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romerona · 14 days

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All Y/N ever wanted to do was sing her songs and be free. Yet somehow, after offering to pay for the meal of a certain boy in a straw hat she finds herself causing havoc through the East Blue.

Masterlist - Next.

Trigger warning: canon violence. Word count: 8K

A/N: The only thing I will be describing about Y/N is her hair colour. Everything else you can imagine her as you wish.

Disclaimer: The songs I will be using in this fic aren't mine bc I have 0 creativity. I'm sorry.

Middle of the ocean, Nami's boat.

"Sooner or later, I'll wander into the unknown

Sooner or later, you'll face the world on your own

Who will you hang to when you're left all alone?

When the night grows cold, and the winds have blown--"

"....give me some quiet and some space?"

Nami's annoyed voice made Y/N look up from her booklet to Luffy chasing after his hat, it came right to where he was sitting at the nose of the boat. So, she simply stretched her arm to catch it just before it could fly away.

"Here," Y/N gave the thankful Luffy his hat back who took it with a small smile while mumbling his gratitude.

"Not cool," Luffy then turned to Nami, more serious than Y/N had ever seen him be. "Don’t mess with my hat."

"Why do you care so much about that hat anyway?" Y/N asks, glancing back down at her notes.

"Yeah, It looks like you fished it out of the trash," Nami added as she continued to try and unlock the safe.

Luffy smiles down his straw hat "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure."

"That still doesn't answer the question, stud."

Zoro groans inside the cabin, "Will you three knock it off? I’m trying to take a nap."

"Oh, I’m sorry," Nami said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Were we interrupting your beauty sleep?"

"Don’t like what you see? Look away."

Y/N chuckles at the response, however, her laughter is interrupted by the sound of the lock clicking making her snap her head towards Nami who was opening the door of the safe.

"You did it," Luffy exclaimed.

"Holy shit," Y/N swiftly stands and makes her way to stand next to Nami. She smiles at the orange-haired girl, "You actually did it, Pumpik."

They all looked down at the inside of the safe and it's content. Y/N was a little disappointed there wasn't anything special in it, not treasures one assumes a safe would keep, instead, there were some confidential files and a wanted poster for a pirate named Kuro. And then there was the golden map tube, the only valuable thing.

Nami reaches over and takes it. She hastily takes the top off and pulls out the map causing Y/N to let out a breathy sigh.

"That’s it?" Zoro deadpanned unimpressed by the findings, "Isn’t there supposed to be gold inside a safe? Or jewels?"

Nami looks at the green-haired boy in disbelief, "This is more valuable than gold. It’s knowledge. This is a map to the Grand Line."

"The Grand Line. Ah," Luffy, with his usual smile, stares at the map in Nami's hands."The Grand Line is just right… Where is it exactly?"

Y/N looks at the boy with narrow confused eyes, "Seriously?"

"You’re going there, but you don’t know where it is?" Sharing Y/N's thoughts, Nami asks.

"Guess I need a navigator on my crew," Luffy stated grinning at Nami.

"Oh, god," Y/N mumbles, cursing herself for being so stupid to think Luffy could take her to The Grand Line. Maybe she can steal the map at some point or draw a copy and go herself.... thought going solo wasn't a great idea. Not when ghosts continue to hunt for her.

They follow Nami inside the small cabin.

"The seas are divided into four quadrants." Nami grabs some chalk and starts drawing down on the hanging table. "East Blue, North Blue, West, South. This thin strip of land that circles the globe is called the Red Line, and this band across the middle is the Grand Line."

"A treacherous stretch of ocean with bigger islands, bigger cities, bigger pirates. Flush with riches and ripe for the picking." Nami grins.

Y/N regards the drawing with a soft frown as she recalls her past "And way more dangerous..."

"That’s where we’re gonna find the One Piece!" Luffy exclaims.

"I’ve taken out a lot of pirates looking for that thing," Zoro says before asking. "What is it? Like, a big diamond or something?"

"It’s Gold Roger’s treasure," Luffy told him. ""He hid it somewhere in the Grand Line. All in one piece."

"It’s a myth. The reason no one’s found it in 22 years is that it doesn’t exist." Nami says with exasperation.

"Reckon he just said it to piss off the Marines," Y/N hums, "Admirable."

Luffy grins at the girls. "Can’t wait to see the look on your faces when we find it."

"If you find it you mea--"

The sound of an explosion cut Y/N off sending all four of them into alarm mode.

"Is that the Marines?" Zoro asks placing his hands on his katanas.

Y/N quickly pulls her war-fans from her skirt. "Shit. Are they?"

They walk out to the deck. Nami mumbles "How did they find us?"

Y/N looks up with a frown for from the skies, some red dust falls upon them, slowly enveloping them. She was begging to feel dizzy, and very sleepy... with dread, Y/N realized what it was. This has been used on her before.

Nami was out first.

"This smoke smells weird," Luffy mumbles, feeling the effects of the dust.

Zoro was next.

"Luffy, the ma..." Before she could finish she felt the world went dark.

Y/N's bare feet danced across the warm sand, her laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. With each step, she felt the freedom of the island envelop her, a secret sanctuary where worries vanished like mist under the morning sun. She glanced back, her eyes alight with mischief as she spotted her much younger sister, Miri, darting through the bustling market stalls.

"Come on, Miri! You'll never catch me!" Y/N called, her voice carried away by the salty breeze.

Miri's laughter bubbled forth, a melody that echoed Y/N's joy. With a determined grin, Miri chased after her sister, her small legs propelling her forward with unbridled enthusiasm. The market around teemed with life, vendors hawking their wares beneath colourful awnings, the air rich with the scent of spices and freshly caught fish.

Dodging between crates of exotic fruits and stalls piled high with vibrant fabrics, the two little girls raced through the people with loud laughter.

As they emerged onto a sun-drenched promenade, Y/N slowed her pace, allowing Miri to draw closer. She turned to face her sister, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Think you can keep up, fish-legs?"

Miri grinned, her round cheeks flushed with exertion. "Just you wait, Y/N! I'll beat you yet!"

With a mischievous wink, Y/N took off again, her laughter trailing behind her like a comet's tail. The younger girl followed in hot pursuit, their laughter intermingling with the sounds of the island—a symphony of joy and freedom that echoed across the sun-kissed shores.

The girls skidded to a halt in a quaint courtyard nestled amidst the bustling village. The air was redolent with the aroma of freshly baked bread and spices, luring them to pause and savour the moment. They settled onto a weathered bench, their breath coming in exhilarated gasps as they gazed around, taking in the vibrant tapestry of island life.

"Y/N/N, you think Mama would let me take one of those landfolk trinkets back home?" Miri exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she bit into a juicy slice of tropical fruit.

Y/N thought for a moment. Her parents were in an important meeting of some sort, she recalls them quietly speaking about the World Government declaration that was supposed to be out that afternoon, they sounded worried but Y/N had no idea why. "Maybe, depending on the trinket can withstand being in the water for long,"

"It's one of those dolls," Miri mumbles

"Those are made with fabric," Y/N shakes her head, "She won't let you,"

Miri pouts and deflates. Not liking seeing her younger sister sad, Y/N purses her lips in thought, when an idea hits her.

"Maybe not a doll but she can let us take one of these shiny stones. You like those, right?"

"Oh, yes," Miri smiles, "The stones with crystals inside of them, those are pretty..."

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion in the distance—a chorus of shouts and panicked cries that shattered the tranquillity of the courtyard. People began to scatter, their faces etched with fear as they fled back towards the ocean.

"What's happening, Y/N?" Miri's voice trembled with uncertainty as they were swept up in the frantic throng of people.

Y/N heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, her senses on high alert. People were scattering in every direction, their voices rising in panic as a wave of fear swept through the village like wildfire. Without hesitation, she grabbed her sister's hand, her grip tight with determination.

"We need to find-"

As if on cue, their father appeared, his brow furrowed with worry as he rushed towards them. Without a word, he took hold of Y/N's hand and began to guide them through the throngs of panicked villagers, his grip firm and unwavering.

"Stay close, girls," he urged, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Papa, what's going on?" Y/N asked, her voice wavering with concern.

Their father's expression was grim as he gathered them close, his hands firm yet gentle as he began to guide them towards the beach where their mother was anxiously waiting for them. "There's danger, my pearls. We must go to safety."

The sisters exchanged a worried glance, their steps quickening as they followed their father through the labyrinthine streets. The distant roar of the ocean grew louder with each passing moment, a reminder of the peril lurking just beyond the tranquil facade of the island...

When Y/N first woke up, she was confused.

"What...?" She looked around noticing the others were just as confused as she was. Then she noticed the box they were all in. Her heart began to race.

"They took my swords," Zoro grumbles once he notices the missing weight.

Nami groans noticing they took something away from her too. "And my rucksack, ugh, with all my navigation gear."

"And my fans..." Y/N mumbles, quickly standing up. Ignoring the rest, she reaches to place a hand on the hard wooden wall, "No, no, no..."

Her hands scrabbled against the rough walls, searching for any means of escape. Splinters dug into her skin, but she hardly noticed amidst the rising tide of fear. Memories flooded back, memories she had long tried to bury— The air was stale, each inhale felt like a struggle, as if the very act of breathing was a battle against the confines of the box.

"Hey," A raspy familiar voice said as a large hand landed on her shoulder but it swiftly slapped it off.

"Don't touch me," Y/N snaps as she continues to desperately look for a way out. "No. Not again, please,"

Suddenly, she flinches at the sound of someone next to her banging on the wooden walls.

"Stop." Y/N faintly heard Nami hiss. "Stop that."

"What? I’m trying to find a way out." The same raspy voice said. It was Zoro.

"We’ve been captured. We need a plan." Nami tells them.

"No, fuck no," Y/N continues to look for a way out, this time, however, she starts to push against the wooden wall.

"I just need to beat the hell out of every Marine I see," Zoro agrees.

"Hey, everyone, relax," Luffy, like Zoro, places a hand on Y/N's shoulders only to be slapped off. "We’re fine."

"We’re not fine. The Marines will throw us in jail if we’re lucky." Nami says. "Execute us if they don’t"

"They… they are not Marines. Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We’ve been captured by pirates."

No...

Y/N stopped her attempts as Images flashed through her mind—memories of past suffocation, of being trapped in tight spaces. Panic gripped her like a vice, squeezing tighter with each passing moment.

Time lost meaning as Y/N battled against the relentless grip of fear. Minutes stretched into hours, each second dragging by with excruciating slowness. Her throat began to close, and her body started trembling with exhaustion and terror.

"That’s much better news."

"No, he’s right," Zoro said, he stepped a little closer to Y/N, and she was painfully aware and utterly horrified. "Marines have training. Pirates are easier to kill."

"Shanks used to say not every situation can be solved with violence," Luffy told them.

"Who the hell is Shanks?"

"We don’t need to fight. I can talk to them," Luffy shakes his head with a grin, "Pirate to pirate."

Y/N would have laughed at the idea of reasoning with a Pirate hadn't she been in the starters of a hysteria attack.

"That won’t work." Nami said

"Why not?"

"To start, you’re not a pirate."

" Yes, I am."

"No," Nami said looking at Luffy, "You are some stretchy guy in a tattered hat."

"I’m a different kind of pirate," Luffy stated, optimism practically oozing out of him.

"Pirates are pirates. There’s only one kind."

That is true. Pirates are all foul, soulless creatures... another wave of memories flooded her brain. Y/N closed her eyes, willing herself to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos of her mind. But even in the darkness behind her eyelids, the walls of the box loomed large, a constant reminder of her imprisonment.

But just when she felt herself on the brink of surrender, the top of the box opened forcing Y/N to snap open. Music began to fill her ears, an odd spectacle of dancing... clowns? began to surround them once all the walls of the box were pulled apart.

Y/N, finally being able to breathe properly, watches as people in costumes do flips and tricks around them. She glances at her surroundings. This was a circus. Why were they in a circus? The people on the stats started to clap, Y/N frowned as she watched the tears of fear in some of those people. Isn't a circus supposed to be fun?

"No. No, no, no, no," A man or rather a clown with blue and a red nose, shouting prompting everyone to stop the show. "Stop clapping! No, stop! It’s all wrong!"

"The spotlight was late. You completely missed my entrance." He motions for the light to go from the four of them to him. Then he turns his attention to the man dressed in a bear costume who is terrified of the clown. "And where, oh, where was the dancing lion?"

"Hey, I know you," Luffy earned the clown's attention. "I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You’re the clown guy. Um, uh… Binky, right?"

"Buggy," The clown with blue hair corrected and to Y/N's surprise, he kept going. "Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester."

"Wow. You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are." Luffy said impressed but his words earned a gasp from the audience confusing the four of them.

"What did you just say?" Buggy deadpanned.

Luffy, none the wiser, repeats "Just that everyone knows who you are-"

"Nose?!" Buggy exclaims rushing to clasp Luffy's face in his hand, squeezing. The clown's crew step forward, holding their weapons, looking weirdly intimidating. "Are you making fun of my nose?"

Y/N, despite the dangerous situation, was baffled for a moment. She subtly regards Buggy's nose. Was that actually his real nose?? Oh, it was. Woah.

"Well… I wasn’t. But now that you mention it, is that thing for real?" Luffy lifts a hand to touch the clown's nose but he quickly slaps it away, making the audience gasp.

"What’s real is I’ve been scheming for months," The clown pushes Luffy away, and Y/N who was just behind him manages to catch him. She turns as Buggy stands in front of Nami, "To steal that map from old Axe-Hand Moron…"

"Eh?" He waits for an acknowledgement or reaction from the orange-haired girl but when he realises he is getting none he waves a dismissive hand and turns back to the others. "…only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right out under my no- No! It’s in my head now."

"Ah!" Buggy groans with exasperation moving away. "

"Hey, I’m not a nobody," Luffy said, once again successfully gaining the clown pirate's attention. "I’m Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be King of the Pirates."

Y/N had to give it to Luffy. His determination was so outstanding that even in such a dire situation it wouldn't break, however, she couldn't decide yet if it was stupidity or courage.

Buggy lets out a laugh, "Oh! Now that’s funny."

One of his crew members holds up a sign, forcing the audience to laugh. Well, that's depressing, can't imagine being a clown and having to force people to laugh.

Buggy motions for the laughing to halt. He moves, looking in between them as he speaks;

"My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East Blue has ever known. I am destined to find the One Piece. And when I do… I will be king."

"No, you won’t, ’cause I’m gonna find it first." Luffy contradicted the clown.

It's stupidity, Y/N decided.

"You?" Buggy scoffs, "Don’t make me laugh."

One crew member holds the sign again, and the audience laughs but they are soon yelled at to stop.

"I said don’t make me laugh!!!"

"All right, listen up. I’m Roronoa Zoro," Zoro spoke up, loud enough to gather everyone's attention. He turns to face Buggy and his crew. "Drop your weapons now and I may let you live."

Y/N has half a mind to yell at him asking what the fuck he was doing. Did he honestly think he could fight against all of these pirates? He doesn't even have his swords.

Buggy stares for a moment before letting out a mocking laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst."Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight."

The stage light went from them back to Buggy.

"Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale," The clown pulls out his weapon. A very intimidating metal sharp claws. "My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can’t reward them with that map…" He moves to stand next to a man with sharp teeth. "I suppose I’ll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."

Oh, shit. shit this. This is bad. Like BAD bad. Bad enough for her to manipulate her way out of it, but for that she'll need to get the clown alo-

"Wait. Wait." Nami was standing in front of them, looking to make some sort of negotiation with the clown. "What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map?"

That seems to gather a newfound interest in the pirate, who looks at nami in expectation.

"What if I give you an entertainer, a singer, the best I've ever heard," Nami said casting a quick glance in her way. Y/N's heart plummeted. No, she couldn't be doing that to her. Her heart sank even lower when Buggy's gaze shifted towards her, his blue eyes gleaming when he caught her form.

"And a new freak for your crew?" Nami continues, forcing the clown to look away. She was slowly moving next to Luffy, "A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue. Besides you, of course."

"Go on."

Nami takes Luffy's hat prompting a shout from the boy, she tosses it up into the air making Luffy use his devil fruit abilities and stretch his arm up high to catch the hat. And then, Nami was gone.

"Go after her," Buggy told one of his crew members who quickly ran after the orange-haired girl. He chuckles, looking at Luffy. He pulls out an apple from his pocket and a knife. "Well, isn't this just interesting?"

Y/N felt a surge of protest rising within her, a desire to shout out against the unfolding situation. Yet, she found herself engulfed in a sense of hopelessness, a feeling all too familiar from her past experiences. She knew well the torment of being confined within the hold of a pirate.

"It's fine," she whispered to herself, trying to muster some semblance of reassurance. I'll… I'll be fine. Despite her inner turmoil, she clung to a last resort—a secret move, a tactic she had saved for dire circumstances. All she needed was to find a moment alone with Buggy.

They soon bring a struggling Nami and a part of her is happy they did another part of her is annoyed she sells them out and still fails to escape.

"What did you do? What did you do to their town? You destroyed everything!" Nami exclaimed in anger.

As he ate the apple, Buggy nonchalantly replied, "Not everything. I let ’em keep their hands."

The signs were up again and the audience clapped in command.

"Okay," The clown throws away the remains of the apple and puts the knife back into his coat. "Here end the theatrics."

Suddenly, the lights flickered and dimmed until they focused solely on Buggy's figure, casting an eerie glow around him. His voice cut through the darkness with a sharp edge.

"I know one of you has my map," he declared, his tone laced with determination. "And I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?"

The tension in the air heightened as everyone present awaited Buggy's next move.

"Don’t look so surprised. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere," Buggy told the four of them with a smile, "So, please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room."

As two pirates seized Y/N from behind, she instinctively struggled against their grasp, her heart pounding in her chest. Nami too fought against her captors, but Zoro remained passive, seemingly indifferent to their plight. Just as they were about to drag Y/N away, the clown intervened.

"Not her," Buggy's voice commanded, halting the pirates in their tracks. They obediently turned Y/N to face their captain, whose blue eyes bore into her with a curious intensity. He closed the distance between them, his presence looming over her.

"Just for you, beautiful," Buggy addressed her, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm willing to share my spotlight for a few moments and let you sing for us while my 'freaks' prepare the things for my chat with my stretchy new pal."

"Why would I?" Y/N retorted, summoning whatever semblance of courage she could muster to meet the clown's gaze. Ignoring the pirates that were dragging Luffy to sit with the audience. "I only sing when I have something to sing for…"

"Funny you think you have a choice," Buggy chuckled mischievously, his tone dripping with amusement, the sign was up so, naturally the audience laughed as well. He sauntered over to a high chair, resembling a throne, and settled into it with an air of superiority.

"Well, it's either that," he continued, gesturing towards Y/N, "or off with you. Though," he added with a smirk, "it'll be a shame to harm such a pretty girl like yourself."

His words hung in the air, a thinly veiled threat that left Y/N feeling trapped and vulnerable, caught between compliance and defiance.

Despite the overwhelming intimidation, Y/N took a moment to steady her breathing and gather her resolve. Nami was right about one thing – she was an entertainer, a performer. With that realization, a flicker of determination ignited within her.

With a deep breath, Y/N straightened her posture and let a confident smile grace her lips. She could do this. She could fake her charm, her confidence. After all, she had faced tough crowds before. This was just another performance, albeit under much more dire circumstances.

Y/N flashed a charming grin at Buggy, exuding confidence as the impromptu show began.

"Well, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with charisma, "lucky for you, I happen to have had my heart stomped a few days ago. You don't happen to have a guitar lying around, do you?"

Buggy's grin widened, and with a casual wave of his hand, a guitar was swiftly presented to her. As the rest of the crew dispersed, leaving her alone in the spotlight, Buggy's voice carried a warning tone.

"Don't make me regret giving you a share of my spotlight, sweetheart," he cautioned, his words tinged with a hint of threat.

Y/N meets Buggy's warning with a playful glint in her eye, maintaining her charismatic demeanor.

"Oh, don't you worry, Captain," she replies smoothly, her voice dripping with charm. "I'll make sure to dazzle everyone enough to ensure you shine even brighter. After all, what's a spotlight without a little sparkle, right?"

Without missing a beat, Y/N pivots gracefully, turning her attention to the assembled audience with a grin that belies the tension of the situation. With ease, she addresses them as if they were any other crowd, temporarily forgetting the dire circumstances of their gathering.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a full house, don't we?" she declares with a playful sparkle in her eyes, her voice projecting warmth and enthusiasm despite the unsettling circumstances.

"Ah, the joys of a heartbreak!" Y/N's grin takes on a mischievous edge as she continues, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"As you may have heard," she begins, her tone dripping with theatrical flair, "some clueless boy managed to break this ol' heart of mine. But fear not, for in the face of heartache, what does a songbird do? Why, she writes a song, of course!"

Pausing for dramatic effect, she lets a playful wink slip before continuing, "Sadly, it seems our heartbreaker won't have the pleasure of hearing it. But don't worry, my captive audience, for you lucky souls get a front-row seat to the grand performance!"

Her words draw a ripple of shy, soft laughter from the crowd, turning this sombre moment into a somewhat of lighthearted affair. Her eyes meet Luffy's browns for a moment, he seems to pay her his all attention.

With a graceful motion, Y/N turns her attention to the guitar, her fingers deftly plucking a few strings. The sound resonates through the room, filling the air with a gentle melody that carries hints of both melancholy and resolve.

"When I was a wanderer, I stumbled upon your shore

When I was adrift, I found refuge in your arms

We faced the storms, lost in our own private wars

You sought fortune in the shadows, while I relied on my charms

I danced through the shadows, whispered secrets to the moon

You chased dreams of gold, while I urged caution in vain

We sang to forget our troubles, then drowned them in wine

Then one day, you vanished, leaving behind a taint"

As she plays, her gaze flickers between the strings and the captivated audience, her expression a mix of concentration and subtle charisma. Each note she strikes seems to weave a tale of heartache and resilience, drawing the audience deeper into the performance with every strum.

"I am the one who saw you at your weakest

I know the battles you fought, behind closed doors

Too bad I'm the love you lost, the bond you breached

Now what'll you do, when I'm gone evermore?"

As Y/N finishes the song, a hush falls over the room, the echoes of her performance lingering in the air like a haunting melody. In that suspended moment, time seems to stand still, every eye in the room fixated on Buggy, waiting for his reaction, well, except for Luffy, he was the only one giving a standing ovation.

"Wooh, yeah!" Luffy claps, a smile on his face as he turns to one of the pirates holding him. "That's my musician,"

Y/N, however, ignore him and turn to Buggy.

Y/N meets his piercing blue gaze, searching for any hint of emotion within them, but finds his expression inscrutable, a mask of unreadable intent. There's a tension in the air, palpable and electric, as the weight of the silence stretches on, leaving everyone on edge.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Buggy breaks the silence with a slow, deliberate clap, his expression betraying nothing but a hint of amusement. It's a subtle gesture, but it breaks the tension in the room. The sign to clap was up but Y/N has a feeling they would've clapped regardless. It's a moment of relief for Y/N, who can't help but feel a sense of validation wash over her.

"It seems orange-hair was not lying, huh?" Buggy remarks, his tone carrying a hint of sardonic amusement. The cheers stop at his command.

Y/N lets out a forced chuckle, her lips curling into a wry smile as she meets Buggy's gaze.

"Well, what can I say?" she quips with a hint of playful sarcasm, "I did promise not to disappoint, didn't I? And trust me, darling, I always keep my promises, even when it involves serenading a bunch of pirates in a not-so-friendly setting."

Buggy's chuckle sends a shiver down Y/N's spine as he rises from his seat and advances towards her. Y/N fights to conceal the tremor of intimidation that courses through her, maintaining a facade of composure as he leans in to whisper.

"You could make a wonderful addition to my crew," he murmurs, his voice low and tinged with an air of intrigue. “Irreplaceable, even.”

While the idea of joining his crew fills her with trepidation and disgust, she knows better than to outright reject him, especially considering his unpredictable nature. Like most men.

With a steady gaze and a flicker of determination in her eyes, Y/N meets Buggy's gaze, her voice steady as she replies, "Well, Captain, it's certainly a tempting offer. But you'll have to forgive me if I take a moment to weigh my options. After all, I'm not one to jump ship without careful consideration."

Buggy regards her for a moment, then he smiles as he pulls back. His smile sends a shiver down Y/N's spine, but she maintains her facade of composure as he pulls back, granting her a temporary reprieve.

"Alright, I'll give you time to think it over…" he concedes, his tone deceptively genial.

Y/N's heart sinks as she watches him walk over to where Luffy is, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Before she can react, two pirates seize her again.

"Until he gives me my map, that is," Buggy adds casually, his words a stark reminder of the precarious position Y/N finds herself in.

As the pirates begin to drag her away, Y/N's heart pounds with a mixture of fear and determination. She casts a fleeting glance back at Luffy, a silent vow forming in her mind to find a way out of this predicament.

Soon, she was being tied down into a chair.

"Fuck you, Nami," Y/N spat out her frustration as soon as the pirates left them alone, her tone tinged with irritation. "Why would you do that?"

Inside her cage, Nami rolled her eyes in response. "It's survival of the fittest out here, Y/N," she retorted, her voice laced with resignation.

Y/N can't help but roll her eyes in return. She knows that in this cutthroat world, everyone looks out for themselves, but she had foolishly hoped for some semblance of a relationship with Nami only to be sorely disappointed.

"The least you could've done was actually manage to actually escape. You sold us in vain." Y/N chastised with a disapproving tsk.

"For what it's worth," Nami glanced towards the entrance of the crew's dressing rooms before skillfully picking the lock of her cage. "I am trying to get us out."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, unsure whether to trust Nami's words. Turning to Zoro, who was bound to a circular board nearby, she asked, "Do you believe her?"

"Don't have much of a choice," Zoro replies with a nonchalant shrug, just as a loud shout from outside makes them all snap their heads towards the entrance. It's Luffy's voice. "Better work faster."

As Y/N tries to free herself from the bounds, she realises that she's worried about Luffy because, despite his exasperating antics and seemingly reckless behaviour, she can't help but feel a pang of worry for him.

The bounds were tight but not enough to cut circulation just tight enough to leave burn marks when she moved them too much which she does.

Feeling the burn of the tight bounds against her skin, Y/N winced but pressed on, determined to free herself.

"That's only hurting you," Nami said sparing Y/N a glance before continuing to pick her lock.

Nami's words of caution brought a moment of pause, but Y/N couldn't afford to let fear hold her back. "I'll be fine,"

Nami rolls her eyes, then she glances at Zoro, he, too was trying to free himself.

"What?" The boy asks.

Nami continues with her work, "This is my life now."

"You want to trade places?"

"Both of you shut up," There was a rustling sound just making its way to them, "Shit. Someone’s coming."

Nami stops her work and looks at the entrance. "I need more time. Keep them talking."

"I don’t talk." Zoro said, "I hit things."

"I'll do it," Y/N announced.

Seconds later, a pirate with a striking mix of black and white hair and a blue and white square pattern scarf bursts into the room, riding his monocycle with an air of undeniable flair. He comes to a stop right in front of Zoro, his gaze fixed firmly on the bound swordsman.

Y/N, who would have found the scene comical under different circumstances, straightens up, suppressing the urge to laugh. Instead, she puts on her best flirtatious grin and clears her throat, preparing to address the newcomer.

"Hey there, handsome," Y/N begins, her voice dripping with playful charm. "I bet your captain's got you on a tight leash, but do you think you could...?"

"Shut up, whore!" The pirate said not taking his eyes off Zoro.

Y/N's jaw was on the floor. Well, that came out of nowhere.

"I'm not an expert but I'm sure you don't talk to ladies like that," Zoro, ever nonchalant, unexpectedly comes to her defense, much to Y/N's surprise.

The pirate disregards Zoro and instead questions, "Remember me?"

"No. Must be some other homicidal, unicycle-riding clown." Zoro mocks.

Y/N flinches as the pirate with black and white hair delivers a punch to Zoro's stomach.

"I've been thinking about you for years," the pirate hisses, his voice dripping with resentment. "About how you killed my brother."

"I killed a lot of pirates." Zoro deadpanned.

The pirate, named Cabaji, scowls as he begins to recount their past encounter. "My name is Cabaji, and a couple of years back, you hunted us across the Goa Kingdom," he explains, pulling out two knives. ""Followed us for weeks through the swamp lands, day and night, never relenting, like some kind of demon."

The three of them shared a look. A silent understanding between them. This was it, the distraction. Cabaji glances at the two girls as he backs away from Zoro.

"Still not ringing a bell," Zoro remarks casually, prompting Cabaji to throw a knife dangerously close to his head.

"You cut off his head and you stuffed it in a bag, all for a few Berry." Cabaji accuses, his voice heavy with accusation.

Zoro sighs, briefly closing his eyes before conceding, "Okay, that does sound like me."

The air becomes thick with tension as the two men lock gazes, the looming threat of violence hanging between them.

"Let's see if you can keep your head," Cabaji declares, moving to the side of the circular structure and spinning it, taking Zoro along for the ride.

With each knife thrown, Y/N can't help but avert her eyes, unable to witness the imminent danger befalling the swordsman. As minutes tick by and Y/N finally dares to steal a glance at Zoro, she's taken aback by his unwavering composure. Despite the imminent threat of the spinning structure and the barrage of knives, Zoro remains eerily calm, his expression betraying no hint of fear or panic.

Watching him close his eyes and maintain his stoic demeanor in the face of danger, Y/N can't help but feel a surge of admiration mingled with astonishment. It shouldn't surprise her, knowing Zoro's reputation for unshakeable resolve, but somehow it does.

Y/N shifts her gaze to Nami, and in that brief exchange of eye contact, a silent understanding passes between them. She's close to opening the lock.

"You really don’t fear death, do you?" Cabaji asks after his tenth throw.

"No," Zoro said as the structure came to a halt, "I just don’t fear you."

Cabaji throws yet another knife before approaching Zoro "You know, I’m gonna enjoy this. As soon as Captain Buggy’s finished with you, you’re mine."

"Uh, tempting as that sounds, I’m not sticking around." Zoro slowly opens his eyes and focuses on the pirate.

"Really? Got somewhere else to be?"

"Didn’t used to think so. But Luffy changed that." Zoro said.

"That simpleton in a straw hat." Cabaji scoffs, "Don’t tell me you actually believe in him?"

"I don’t need to. He believes in himself." Zoro admits and shrugs, "It rubs off."

As Nami swiftly and silently cuts Y/N's bonds, relief floods through her as she rubs her sore wrists. With newfound freedom, she wastes no time positioning herself behind Cabaji, who is too engrossed in Zoro's words to notice her approach.

"And one more thing."

Cabaji continues to laugh as Zoro warns him.

"Don’t turn around."

In a split second, Y/N seizes the opportunity, delivering a powerful punch straight to Cabaji's nose. The force of the blow sends him staggering backwards. With Cabaji momentarily stunned, Zoro takes advantage, freeing one of his arms to grab hold of the pirate's throat, applying pressure with a steely grip while Nami frees his other arm.

"And by the way, you're brother's the whore," Y/N said to the Cabaji just moments before the pirate passed out.

"What's the plan?" Asks Zoro, retreating his swords.

Y/N takes hold of her war fans. "We go for Luffy,"

"Yeah but how?" Zoro turns to Nami, "You do have a plan, right? That’s your thing, plans."

"I say we beat the hell out of every clown we see." Nami declares, her eyes flickering between them mischievously as she brandishes her fighting stick.

Y/N chuckles in agreement, elegantly fanning her fans to reveal the gleaming blades within. "Well, isn't that a delightful idea," she quips with a smirk. "I've always had a knack for cutting through the foolery."

With a wink exchanged between Y/N and Zoro, a shared understanding passing between them, Zoro chuckles before they both follow Nami out.

As they navigate through the chaos of the circus tent, the trio encounters a shower of fools intent on blocking them. With a seamless display of skill and coordination, they engage the freaks in a fight.

Nami leads the charge, her fighting sticks a blur as she deflects incoming blows and delivers precise strikes. Each swing is calculated, each movement fluid and efficient as she exploits weaknesses in the clown's defences.

Beside her, Zoro moves with the grace of a great swordsman, his swords lethal as he cuts through the ranks of clowns with unmatched precision. His strikes are powerful and decisive, each blow landing with devastating force as he clears a path forward.

And Y/N adds her own flair to the fray, her fans flashing in the dim light of the tent as she gracefully dances between pirates. With a flick of her wrist, she spreads the fans, revealing the razor-sharp blades concealed within. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she gracefully weaves through the chaos of the fight effortlessly dispatching any clown foolish enough to challenge her.

As they finally reach the main stage, Y/N's heart lurches at the sight before her. There, in the center of the stage, Luffy struggles against the confines of a tank filled with water. Memories flood Y/N's mind, images of a similar tank from her past flashing before her eyes with haunting clarity.

She tries to hold back a shudder as the familiar dread grips her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. The sight of Luffy, trapped and struggling, serves as a painful reminder, stirring emotions that she had long tried to bury but with a deep breath, Y/N pushes aside the memories, focusing instead on the task at hand.

With a swift and precise throw, Nami hurls her fighting stick towards the tank, the impact causing the glass to crack and splinter. Y/N watches with bated breath as the cracks spiderweb across the surface, spreading like veins of ice.

"Where are my freaks?" Buggy exclaimed looking around the circus.

Zoro appears on the other end, holding his two swords. "They're not coming,"

Finally, the tank gave way with a resounding crash. As the glass shatters, water gushes forth in a torrent, cascading to the ground in a rush of freedom letting Luffy out and soaking Buggy to the ground.

After he inhales some air, Luffy exhales the map. Ugh!

"My map!" Buggy crawls to the map.

Luffy, on the other hand, "My hat!"

Y/N turned her gaze towards the laughing clown, he took hold of the map while Luffy was hugging his hat. With careful steps, the trio approaches him.

"You want a piece of me?" The clown challenges them once he notices their approach. "Let’s see what you got."

Without hesitation, Zoro lunges forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. But to their astonishment, the clown doesn't fall. Instead, he splits into pieces, his laughter ringing out triumphantly as he effortlessly reassembles himself.

"Surprise, shithead!" Buggy crows with glee, his laughter echoing through the chaos.

Y/N, Zoro and Nami gather together as Buggy manically laughing starts to split himself into more pieces.

"What the hell?" Y/N yells as Buggy's body parts begin to fly around them.

Zoro's brow furrows in frustration as he watches the spectacle. "How do I slice a guy who's already in pieces?"

"This is not part of the plan," Nami grits her teeth, holding tightly to her fighting stick.

With a grunt of frustration, Y/N pushes away a stray hand that reaches for her, her mind racing as she tries to formulate a strategy amidst the chaos. "Yeah, no shit."

Despite their best efforts, the trio find themselves quickly overwhelmed by the onslaught of flying body parts. Zoro is slammed against the tank, Nami is hurled off the stage, and Y/N is sent crashing into a pile of crates, pain shooting through her side as she struggles to regain her footing amidst the chaos.

"Fuck," She hisses, placing a hand on the sore spot. She braces herself up watching as Buggy pulls out his metallic claws and slices himself again.

"Chop-Chop Cannon!!" His hands and arms start to rotate while his legs start to fly about in chaos.

Luffy does his best to dodge and punch and actually manages to reach Buggy but is soon pushed off him. The claws though, do manage to get Luffy's straw hat.

Buggy laughs and when Luffy goes to recollect his hat he is tripped and pushed to the ground.

Y/N's heart pounds with panic as she watches Buggy's hand find its way to Luffy's throat, threatening to choke the life out of him. In a desperate bid to save Luffy, she scans the area for anything that could aid them in their fight.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, inspiration strikes. With a quick glance at the crates nearby, Y/N's mind races with a plan.

"Luffy, Nami. The crates!" Y/N shouts, her voice cutting through the chaos as she rushes to one and flings it open.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Luffy manages to break free from Buggy's grasp, tearing the hand off his throat and hurling it towards Nami. Acting on instinct, Nami uses her fighting stick to send Buggy's hand hurtling towards the open crate, which Y/N swiftly closes, trapping the appendage inside.

One by one, the four of them began to trap the clown's body parts inside the boxes until only his head, hands and feet were all he had.

"What have you done to me?"

Luffy grins, "Cut you down to size."

"The One Piece will never be yours." Buggy all but growls in frustration. "You’re just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man’s hat!"

"I know exactly who I am," Luffy puts on his straw hat and with his usual smile he turns to Buggy. "I am Monkey D. Luffy. And I’m gonna be King of the Pirates."

Y/N chuckles to herself. He really has an indomitable spirit.

Luffy stretches both his hands back, "Gum Gum…

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no! Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait." Buggy pleads but Luffy is already spitting out.

"Bazooka!!"

And with a scream, Buggy's head is launched off the circus.

With a beaming smile, Luffy picks up the map and strides to the center of the stage, where Zoro, Y/N, and Nami are gathering. He extends the map towards the orange-haired girl, his expression filled with unwavering confidence.

"You're giving this to me?" Nami asks, her disbelief barely concealed beneath her facade of composure.

Luffy's grin widens. "You're the navigator," he replies simply, his faith in her abilities unwavering.

"Let's get out of this clown show," Zoro interjects, his tone tinged with impatience as he eagerly anticipates their departure.

Y/N nods in agreement, her hands deftly stowing away her fans back into her waistline. "Yeah, I've had my fill of this place,"

But Luffy's focus remains unwavering as he turns to address the others, his gaze sweeping over the captive audience.

"Still, there's one more thing we have to do," he declares, his eyes meeting those of his companions. "We have to set them free."

With determined hearts, they set about freeing the captive audience, their collective resolve aimed at bringing an end to the clown's tyranny.

"Are you our new captors?" an old man asks Luffy, his voice tinged with confusion.

Luffy tilts his head, a hint of bemusement in his expression. "What?"

"Well, you're a pirate, aren't you?" the old man persists, struggling to comprehend the act of kindness from someone associated with piracy.

"I'm a different kind of pirate," Luffy replies simply, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that belies his reputation.

Y/N shares a knowing glance with Luffy as she frees a child from his shackles, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite the odds, Luffy's unwavering determination and genuine compassion are beginning to win her over, gradually eroding her skepticism and replacing it with a newfound sense of admiration.

As they make their way through the town, the sun casts its warm rays upon the streets, a stark contrast to the wreckage left in the wake of Buggy's crew. Despite the devastation, a sense of relief fills the air as the townsfolk emerge from their hiding places, grateful to be free from the clutches of the circus from hell.

As Y/N walks alongside her companions towards their ship, she is greeted by a stream of townspeople, each one expressing their gratitude and admiration for her performance. Some approach her with heartfelt thanks, while others request the pleasure of hearing her sing again.

"We don't have much," the mayor of the town approaches them, offering a basket of food, "but please, take this as a token of our... of our gratitude."

Luffy shakes his head, a generous smile on his face. "You need it more than we do,"

Y/N wiggles her fingers in farewell as she follows Nami, Luffy, and Zoro to make their way back to their ship. As they approach, she notices Luffy darting back towards the mayor, returning for a piece of bread with a cheerful grin.

Once aboard the small ship, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief as she realizes all her belongings are still intact. With a sense of purpose, she joins Nami and Luffy in preparing the ship for their journey ahead.

Waving one last time to the shouting townsfolk, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The warm farewells of the townsfolk echo in her ears, a reminder of the impact they've had on the lives of others.

A few minutes into their journey, Y/N sits next to Zoro with a tired sigh. The swordsman's eyes are closed and his arms are crossed, she gazes at the sundown, a pretty hue surrounding them- when was the last time she enjoyed a sunny day? Right with Cygnus, that feels like a lifetime ago...

"Hey, you need help with that?" Nami's voice cuts through the serenity, pulling Y/N's attention away from the mesmerizing sunset.

Luffy's puzzled frown prompts her to tense up momentarily as Nami reaches for his straw hat. But instead of causing harm, Nami begins to carefully repair it, her skilled hands weaving the threads with practised precision. Y/N can't help but reconsider her latest thoughts of the navigator as she watches her work.

"Why did you freak out?" Zoro's voice startles her out of her thoughts.

Y/N turns to face the boy, but his eyes are still closed. " What? When did I-"

"Back inside of the box," Zoro said, his voice ever raspy but silent as if he knew she didn't want the others to hear.

"Oh," Y/N blinks, she didn't think he'd notice that, yeah sure she was freaking out but they all were, weren't they? She clears her throat, trying to mask her discomfort as she reaches for her guitar, seeking comfort in its familiar presence. "It's nothing special, really."

"What does 'not again' mean then?" Zoro asks turning his head and opening his eyes to look at her.

Y/N fakes a grin, "I'm just not a fan of enclosed spaces, that's all, hot shot,"

Zoro stares at her for a moment and Y/N stares back. Some of the light of the day cast shadows on his face. She can't tell if he's convinced by her excuse or not. She hopes he is.

Thankfully her silent wishes are answered, Zoro closes his eyes again and turns to face forward. "You better not make any noise, I'm trying to rest,"

Y/N flashes Zoro a mischievous grin in response to his warning. "Noise? Oh, you have it all wrong, hot shot," she quips, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I don't make noise, I compose symphonies of sound that would make even the sea itself dance to my tune but Don't worry, hot shot, I'll keep it down… unless you want to hear a little tune to lull you to sleep, I promise to find a lullaby you enjoy."

Zoro's lips twitch with amusement, and Y/N can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"You fixed it," Y/N's head turns to see Luffy taking his hands from Nami with a smile. "Thanks."

"Well, you said it was your treasure, right?"

As Nami rises and heads towards the cabin, Y/N meets her gaze, and in that silent exchange, they share a moment of understanding. Any lingering tension between them dissipates, replaced by mutual respect and perhaps some camaraderie.

"Is every day gonna be this crazy with you?" Zoro's question breaks the silence, drawing Y/N's attention.

Luffy joins them, settling in front of them with a thoughtful expression. "Shanks always said… that if the path to what you want seems too easy… then you're on the wrong path."

Y/N nods in agreement, impressed by the insight of this mysterious Shanks character.

"Smart guy," she remarks, her curiosity piqued by the mention of someone who clearly holds significance in Luffy's life.

Zoro, ever the stoic swordsman, opens his eyes and nods in quiet contemplation. "Yeah, this Shanks guy sounds all right,"

Luffy's face breaks into a wide grin as he rises to his feet, his excitement palpable. With boundless energy, he dashes to the bow of the ship, his voice ringing out with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Next stop, the Grand Line!" he shouts, pointing a finger ahead towards the vast expanse of ocean that stretches out before them.

Shaking her head in amusement, Y/N feels a foreign surge of excitement coursing through her veins. With Luffy at the helm, she knows that her days with him, as long as they may be, will be anything but dull. The question is, will they be dangerous or not.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Lots of love, be safe.

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So Dark Up Above

Song Recommendation:

Ain't Misbehavin' - Fats Waller

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90 years ago...

It was now mid-June. Alastor had visited the flower shop every day since Mother's Day, buying different kinds of flowers each day.

Y/N was sweeping the floor when she heard the tiny bell ringing, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"I'll be with you in a second," she said, continuing to sweep, not looking up from the floor.

"Oh, take all the time you need, dear," said a voice. "I can wait."

At the sound of Alastor's voice, Y/N jumped and dropped the broom. This made Alastor laugh.

"Alastor!" she said sternly, picking up the broom. "Don't be scarin' me like that!"

"My apologies, Y/N" he said, still laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright."

"Oh, is that why you didn't say anything when you came in?" she said, a doubtful look on her face.

Alastor didn't answer, instead looking at the different arrays of flowers. "Say, when did you get these Geraniums?"

"Oh," she said, putting money in the cash register. "I got them yesterday soon after you left."

"They're quite the lookers, aren't they?" he said softly.

"Oh, they are," she said, smiling. "Did you know that they hail from South America? They also come in a range of hues from white to lavender and-"

Listening to her rant about Geraniums of all things made something in Alastor's heart stir. Looking over at her, he found it adorable the way her eyes lit up and the way she talked with her hands. Alastor found himself staring and immediately blush started to creep up in his neck. He cleared his throat.

"Apologies for my rantin'," she said sheepishly. "I find the history of flowers rather captivatin', it's real easy for me to get carried away talkin' about them."

"There's no need to apologize, darling," Alastor chuckled. "In fact, I find it rather endearing."

"Oh, your words carry weight, Al," she said, picking up a vase of Geraniums to hide her blush.

"I'm glad you think so,"

It was silent for a few seconds.

"You plannin' on buyin' some flowers," Y/N said playfully said. "Or are you just gonne keep on smooth talkin' me?"

"Oh, right,"

"What do you even do with all the flowers you buy, hm?" she asked, as he picked out a bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "That'll be two buck per stem, if you please."

"Sometimes, I present them to my mother," he said, handing Y/N the money. "Other times I adorn my studio with their beauty."

"I'm pleased you're makin' good use outta them," she said. "Y'know, you don't need to pop in here every day."

"I'm aware," he began. "But I enjoy our daily conversations, my dear."

Alastor saying that made butterflies appear in Y/N's stomach. "I do as well, Al," she said.

"I'm mighty curious, darling," he said, propping his elbow up on the counter. "What is your favorite flower?"

"Daisies," she answered immediately. "I know it's boring, but there's somethin' about them that I absolutely love .Why you askin'?"

"Just curious, dear,"

Alastor looked at his watch. "Good heavens, I need to rush if I'm to make it for my 2 o'clock broadcast," he said heading out the door with the bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "Will you be phoning into the station tonight?"

"Don't I always?" she smiled, sad see to Alastor leave. "Have a splendid remainder of your day, Alastor."

"You as well, Y/N," he smiled back.

And with that the little bell above the door rang, signaling that he left.

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Later that night...

"You only have yourself to blame, sweetheart," Y/N said, out of breath. "Had you not strayed from your vows, your husband wouldn't of hired me to kill you."

"Please," the woman sobbed, backed against the back alley wall. "Please don't do this! Just tell him-"

"I'm not tellin' him nothin'," she said, grabbing the woman's throat. "Why do you think I'm in this line of work? I like killin' people. The only reason I'm not doin' this for free is 'cause I also like the money."

"Please," the woman choked out. "Don't do this, I'll do anything."

"Broads like you really piss me off," she said, squeezing the woman's throat tighter. "What's the point of tyin' the knot if you're gonna sleep around with every Tom and Harry you lay your eyes on?"

The woman started thrashing and trying to pull Y/N's fingers off her throat, but she couldn't get out of Y/N's grip.

"Make sure you tell Satan I said hi, sweetheart." she grinned, placing her other hand on the woman's throat.

Suddenly, the woman lifted up her hand and scratched Y/N's cheek, drawing blood with her manicured nails.

Y/N yelped in pain, letting go of the woman with one of her hands. With Y/N distracted, the woman started thrashing a lot more.

BANG!

Y/N pulled out her gun from under her dress and shot the woman three times in the head.

The woman fell to the ground, blood oozing out of three different places on her face.

Y/N put the gun back under her dress, glaring daggers at the dead woman. She touched the scratch on her face and hissed in pain.

It stung, and it stung a lot.

After she put the body in a dumpster, she walked home as fast as she could, not wanting to draw attention to her cheek.

As soon as she got home, she rushed to the bathroom, putting rubbing alcohol on the scratch to clean it out, and finally putting a bandage it on it.

She sat on her couch, trying to relax. Honey tried to jump up on her lap, failing each time, making Y/N giggle.

After a few moments, she got up turned on the radio and walked over to the phone, dialing the radio station's number.

"You've reached Alastor Altruist!" said a voice that made Y/N smile giddily. "To whom do I have the pleasure speaking to on this lovely night?"

"You're gonna be gettin' tired of my voice, here soon, Al," she giggled.

"Ah, I had a feeling it was you calling," he laughed. "What tune do you fancy, dear?"

"It's been a spell since you've played Singin' In The Rain," she said. "I reckon I wanna listen to that."

"I was hoping you would request that tune," he said. "You'll be hearing it in a jiffy."

"I'm lookin' forward to it,"

"Have a lovely rest of your night, Y/N," he said into the phone. "You keep yourself outta trouble now."

"Trouble usually finds me," she giggled.

With that she hung up, sighing happily.

It had been a real long time since Y/N felt in love. She wanted to cherish every single moment of it and never let it go.

Just as she was about to get ready for bed, the phone rang again.

"This is Y/N, to whom am I speakin' to?" she said, picking up the phone.

"I could never get tired of your voice, dear," Alastor's voice came from the phone, making Y/N jump for the second time that day.

"Alastor!" she cried out. "I told you to stop scarin' me!"

"I apologize, Y/N," he said, laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright.

"Yes you did, don't lie to me,"

"Alright, perhaps I did,"

"How'd you get my number?" she asked curiously.

"A friend of mine prints out the phone books," he said. "I was calling to see if you might wanna grab a drink with me tomorrow evening?"

Y/N had a loss for words. Since the two of them had met, she had imagined going out for drinks with him.

"Uh- yeah, of course," she stuttered. "What time?"

"I could pick you up at 8 o'clock, if that's alright with you?"

"Oh no, that's perfect,"

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Could you give me your address?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Write this down. It's 2734 Burgundy Street."

"Oh, that's not too far from me," he said "I look forward to see you tomorrow, Y/N." he said softly.

"Yeah, me too."

"Sleep well, my dear.

"You too, Alastor

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ughhh i absouletly love writing for characters in love, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

i am so down bad for this man

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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Pick A Card tarot reading - which Britney Spears musical era are you? 🤔

from ...Baby One More Time to Hold Me Closer, which one of the icon's released albums fit best with you at the moment? let's ask tarot and find out, what is the soundtrack of your life?

this was @saturnsbabe69 request! ;)

pick one tarot card from my very low budget montage (britney pictures simply fillers).

from left to right, north to south:

Pile 1 strength, Pile 2 hanged man, Pile 3 hermit, Pile 4 king of pentacles, Pile 5 6 of cups, Pile 6 7 of pentacles, Pile 7 judgement, Pile 8 the world, Pile 9 3 of pentacles, Pile 10 6 of wands.

-> pile 1

...Baby One More Time (1999)

you're all about soft power! the most important thing in your life is probably your friends, you'd do anything for those you choose to keep in your life and you love going out with them during summer, but you also love getting away from the center of attention to restore your peace, you're quite introspective. right now, you might be living the consequences from your actions, you've accepted it but you're still in suffering - you might have neglected a situation/person in your life or smother it/them out of desperation and now it's gone. you know the pain is temporary and you turn that pain into some beautiful thoughts, your perspective on life might be tinted but it's still somehow bright and beautiful. you might be going through a coming of age experience. you have the spirit of a leader and an ace, you know how to bring everyone together, yet you feel alone, you're looking for someone to be that person for you too, you might have many friends, but you want that special love ^^ your personality is big and people naturally gravitate towards you, you feel loved and loving, you feel you have so much and you just wanna give back to others, you're a really caring, sensitive individual, who uses rational thinking to protect yourself. main character energy.

your theme song:

-> pile 2

Femme Fatale (2011), S&M (Remix) (2011), B In The Mix, The Remixes Vol 2 (2011)

you're comfortable in discomfort, you dance while the world ends, you're both the parent friend and the party friend. you're unafraid and experienced and you have no time to waste on things that don't matter, the world is such an oppressive mess and you think there's no reason why you should let that take part in your chill time. you're someone that doesn't care about romance and you wanna have fun as much as you can, for as long as you can, the only time is now, you live in the present. you're the life of the party but when it's time for business, you take it seriously. you might have some anarchist ideologies, you seem to believe the socioeconomic systems of your modern world steals you of your personal power and ability to be a human, you call for a social awakening and you think there's no pretty way to do it - that might just mean "work is hard so I'm gonna party even harder" - you think being selfish (not self-centered) and not thinking about the future is part of self care. this era was the time when the popular belief was the world would end in 2012, people wanted to enjoy their lives as much as possible.

your theme song:

-> pile 3

Blackout (2007), Britney & Kevin: Chaotic DVD Bonus Audio (2005)

you're super introspective and private, you don't necessarily hide anything, but youre complicated, one would have to pay close attention and take their time to connect the dots and understand your entire vibe. some may think you put yourself in an unnecessarily unfortunate situation, like you have everything to go anywhere you want, but you just stay stuck; others think you are stuck, but you don't realize it, that you think you're powerful, but you're actually childish and delusional; the truth, however, is that you're in a moment of analysis to come up with the best plan before making bigger decisions, you like to wait for the most favorable time to take action. you might not have many friends, but those few close relationships fulfill you more than anything else ever could, they take over your entire heart. your heart is your biggest treasure and is the basis for all your decisions, you've been hurt and lied to in ways that has changed your entire worldview, so you're extra careful now and you may act in ways that others don't understand, you might feel like you're lying to yourself and others too. but you stay true to yourself no matter what, you might have very strong spiritual beliefs that keep you grounded and looking forward to the future, you know that limbo and pain are temporary and you're sure of your capacity to survive them, no matter that anyone says.

your theme song:

-> pile 4

Oops!... I Did It Again (2000), My Only Wish (This Year) (2000)

it's your world and we're just living in it, you feel like your life is a spectacle for people to watch and you have to be on your best behavior at all times. you prefer actions over words, you think people should act on their thoughts and feelings, instead of hiding them, so you worry and ponder a lot about yours. you are great at public speaking because you know how to manipulate reality into your ideals, almost like you have double personality; you've got many people to support you and put you back on the line if you stray from it. you like the feeling of nostalgia, you might think there's no reason to say absolute goodbye to your childhood, that might translate in the way you talk or dress, you're not childish tho, but you like that playful innocence sometimes, it can feel refreshing since you feel like people expect too much from you that you don't even understand. you think other people talk too much about things they don't know and you think it sucks that you still need to find a way to please them somehow, you wish the world was just you and your people.

your theme song:

-> pile 5

Britney (2001)

you're a walking contradiction! you're probably such a hipster!! >:) you love music that is older than you, you care so much what others think of you but you pretend it doesn't bother you at all, and you're very spiritual, but you have your yin/yang energies out of balance. you approach life as if you're stuck, but you know it's a temporary and natural situation, you need to go through that to become stronger, but you still mourn the fact that you can't do anything at this time, it's like having to exercise on a beautiful, sunny day. you're a creative soul but you don't use that creativity to deal with emotions, you wanna get things done, you're more comfortable and productive on a yang energy/way of approaching the world, you wanna be seen as a king, but not a queen (roles and responsibilities). you want everything and then some, you might like to use your material abilities to allow yourself to have many options. you probably have a superiority complex, fucking hipsters 🙄...... you remind me of lorelai gilmore! ;)

your theme song:

-> pile 6

Glory (2020)

you're the goat. you've worked really hard to reap the fruits of your labor, now you deserve to settle down. you dream of a knight in shiny armor - romantically or not, you want someone to take the time to see you in your most human form, you want to bare your soul, to show your dark and lonely side. you might relate to the saying that "it's lonely at the top", you might have everything you wanted, except for this one thing that is out of reach and that might be community, you seem to lack that sense of intimate and close relationships. you're really satisfied with life, you're happy and fulfilled, you have more than you need, there's just this one thing you think "damn, wish I could tap that".

your theme song:

-> pile 7

Britney Jean (2013), Ooh La La (2013), Bangerz (2013), Pretty Girls (2015), The Essential Britney Spears (2013)

you go with the flow and it takes you far. you might have recently ended a very important connection in your life because of sneaky actions and lies. you need no patience anymore, you've done your job, you feel comfortable in yourself, knowing you're not the problem. you think you'd be better if somebody more experienced would show you the way through life, specially if they're a spiritual guide (might be tarot). you wanna be that guide too, you like to share the things you learned with those around you. you think you can't control anything or anyone, except for yourself and you don't try, whatever happens, happens. you might believe in destiny, afterlife, God's plan, free will or karma.

your theme song:

-> pile 8

Circus (2008), The Singles Collection (2009)

you're a god of yourself and your own world, you're on a league of your own, there's no one quite like you, a trendsetter, others may try to copy but they could never get to be as iconic as you. you've been through some really difficult, overwhelming, surreal times, the way you deal with your demons is even more surreal, you're a boss, I lack words to describe how amazing you are. you understand the importance of family and friendships, you put those above any material matters, you're very nurturing, dedicated and you expect the same in return. you are protective of yourself and those close to you and you're ready to fight anyone that disrupts your peace. your grandness transpires into the little things you do, your confidence and amazing, outstanding personality traits shows in your everyday life, even when it's not your best work, it's still better than average. you might lack imagination (or creative control in your work), you like to keep low expectations, you're not used to things going well for you. you are an angel tho.

your theme song:

-> pile 9

In The Zone (2003) + DVD Bonus (2004), Greatest Hits: My Prerogative (2004), B In The Mix, The Remixes (2005)

you're all about big businesses. you think a lot about the circle of life, you're open to the guidance of those at the top of the hierarchy and you help those who are lower than you, you think people should help people. you don't wanna change anyone, you just wanna do your thing while other people do their thing. you are incredibly magnetic and you might use human instincts to get things done, pretty privilege being an example. there's a feeling of you coming out of the dead, you might have waited a long time for something that you have finally accomplished and you feel like royalty. this is the biggest time of your life (so far), you have that x factor, you're at the top, you wanna enjoy all of life's big and little pleasures and you have the freedom to do so.

your theme song:

-> pile 10

Hold Me Closer (2021), Toxic Pony (2022), ELVIS (2023)

you're a community person, it's people that build you up, you're likely an extrovert that loves to dance, party and travel with friends, you see nobody above nobody - if it was up to you, social hierarchies would be gone completely. this might not be the best time of your life, but you're incredibly hopeful because this moment in the present feels so otherworldly amazing. you feel as one with your environment, connected with everything and everyone. you feel safe to follow your heart because you have people to help you build your stability, you feel like there isn't one ruler above all - you might have recently broken up a deal with quite an important figure in your life, but it only broadened your horizons, like they were a lunar eclipse and you, the sun. your heart is strong and beating faster than ever! oh you're a big deal! super humble but hey you can totally brag!

your theme song:

i love britney spears

#tarot #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity readings #tarot game #free tarot #britney spears #pick a card #pick a deck #pick a picture #pick a pile #pac #pac tarot #Spotify

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greetingfromthedead · 1 month

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Shepherd Story 2 (God!Knives x F!Reader)

Plot: In a world where fallen gods live among you, there is the god of winter and death who is also eternally bound to you with body and soul. The time has come for him to visit you again.

Series: Shepherd. Check out Story 1 and Story 3!

Pairing: God!Knives x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: fantasy!AU, god!AU, no use of "y/n", smut (I just got carried away in the beginning), established relationship, gods, feathery plant, fated love, romance, legends, nature magic, reunion, intimacy, possessive behavior, tenderness, some fluff, body worship, light bondage, vaginal fingering, oral f receiving, hand job, p in v sex

Word count: 4k

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Shepherd. This story is inspired by @triplesilverstar's god!AU. There isn't much lore here, but I already have ideas for a 3rd installment. This AU will rot my brain out.

The cycle is nearly complete again. The summer heat caressed your cheeks, and the trees took on a yellow hue. This body had not felt the heat of midsummer or seen the different colors of nature. Despite living in the south, the creeping winter lasting 50 years still left its mark. But you remember from all your past lives the changing seasons that seemed to last forever. You don't miss the sunny days or the shades of spring. You welcome the falling leaves and the chilly northern winds, for they are brought on by something more precious.

The song of your heart has gotten louder and louder as the weeks have passed, and the familiar restlessness of your ancient soul has been tugging you towards the dark forests surrounding your home. But you know there is no need to go; you are found, and the melody echoing from your chest will always guide him back to you without fault.

You look up from your workbench as the silent whine of ice forming touches your ears. He is here. The god of winter and death has arrived, greeting you with breathtaking bouquets of frosted flowers covering your windows. They glimmer in the last rays of daylight as you set aside your book and rise to meet him.

You open your front door into the frigid evening air. It is snowing again, just like last time, and once again, you see him approaching from the edge of the forest. This time he isn't frozen over, his beautiful feathery wings trailing behind him with soft rustling. His ice cold eyes are on you, but tonight they don't nail you to your spot with terror. In them, you recognize the hundreds of lifetimes you've lived, your love reaching back to times so old that even the stories from it have died.

"I've been waiting for you, Beloved," you say as you step off your doorstep onto the freezing pathway. The frost brought on by his presence melts under your bare feet, and it gets colder with every step you take towards him.

"I've been yearning for you, my love," he replies, his steely gaze looking through this mortal body of yours and only seeing the soul he fell in love with millennia ago. "I patiently waited for the day to lay my eyes on you once again."

"Come now; I have something of yours." You reach out your hand with a smile to invite him to take it. He closes the distance and traces his digits along the lines of your open palm. His cold touch chills the blood in your veins, but just for a moment. His fingers find the spaces between yours, intertwining effortlessly as if they were always meant to be there. With that, the markings covering his body light up with a dim blue light. The sight only lasts for a few seconds before the patterns disappear again.

"As always, I thank you, sweet Shepherd, for keeping it safe." His voice is quiet and soothing, painting images of snow covered meadows and peaceful forests in your mind. He presses your hand to the middle of his chest, where you feel his heart awakening. The beat hastens as he holds your gaze. "You consume me. I dream of you every hour of every day."

His fingers let go of yours to trace along your bare forearms. You don't even notice the cold anymore as his touch leaves burning trails in its wake. You lean in closer, unable to resist the pull of his soul.

"For tonight, I am not a mere dream. I am yours to hold, and we have a lot of time to make up for, darling." You reach out your free hand to touch his sharp jaw line and feel the warmth emanating from his skin. The god bows his head to you as his lips find yours. It fills you with euphoria, reaching into the farthest corners of your being. Your heart beats like a wardrum, echoing the sounds of times past. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him as he leans you back. His kiss acting as a wordless prayer.

The snowflakes gently falling from the heavens land on your face like delicate touches, and the feeling of them melting on your skin lingers for long after they are gone. His stiff hands clutch tightly at your waist and lift you up from the ground. Your palms find balance on his broad shoulders. His sharp gaze looks up into your dumbfounded face as he carries you back to your cottage. A familiar feathery tendril slinks out from between his mass of wings and gently brushes against your cheek, drying up the wetness left there by the thawing snow. You lift one arm from his body to touch the tendril and let it slip through your fingers.

He sets you down as he reaches the doorway and lets you guide him inside, where his presence fills the small room with shadows. The door can barely shut behind him as you feel more soft touches trail along your skin. You recognize them as the slim helping limbs, and you feel two of them trying to slink their way under your blouse. His large hands land on your hips as you feel him press against your back. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "You fill me with desire and make me lose my mind. I am nothing more than a pathetic and weak man in your presence. My thoughts focused on every way to please you. I crave your touch and long for the warmth of your body."

His hands travel around you, pushing the thin fabric of your top with them, baring your skin around your waist. You feel the contour of his muscles against you and the warmth of his cheek pressing into yours. His fingers start to undo the buttons as a hand slithers underneath to dance along your bare skin.

"I come like a rabid dog to your doorstep, a starved animal desperate for the smallest particle of your affection. I come with my teeth bared and my chest full of longing. You have me crawling in desperate devotion for you." His voice cuts like a knife into your hazing thoughts.

"You're a god," you remind him as he opens the front of your blouse.

"And I am powerless in your glory." His hot breath touches your skin at the base of your neck, and his lips trail down your shoulder.

Both of his hands travel along your figure, exploring every curve and crevice with hunger. A few of his tendrils sneak under your skirts, caressing along your legs up to your thighs. Your hands cover his as his long fingers press into the supple flesh of your breasts. The creeping feathers lick over the hot core between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his hands get rougher, and his kisses are replaced by sharp teeth trailing over your skin. A shiver runs along your spine as he makes his way up your neck.

He whispers into your ear as the tip of his nose digs into your helix. "Will you allow me to be reminded of your sweetness? So it can turn to bitter longing when we are apart?"

You swallow hard, and he doesn't wait for your response. He turns you around, and his lips find yours in a searing kiss. His hands push off the garment, still trapping your arms, and the tendrils pull down your underwear. He guides you backwards, and you can only take a few strides across the little room until the edge of your workbench digs into the back of your thighs. He effortlessly lifts you onto the edge and settles between your legs. His fingers frame your face as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. Your hands travel along his body to undo the clasp of his robe on his shoulder and let it fall between your bodies. Your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. As he leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck, you feel a shiver run down your spine. The anticipation builds as he whispers his desires in your ear, sending a hot wave into our belly.

Your arms reach around him, and your digits find where the wings meet his back. Your fingers are grabbing onto the mighty and soft bases as his kisses move along your neck, leaving you softly moaning as his hands caress you. Some of his tendrils have moved on to peel back the layers of your skirts, carefully bunching them up onto your lap and holding them there. The god's tender hand runs along your thigh, and two more tendrils appear to weave around your ankles and calves. His touch moves closer to the heat emanating from your longing sex.

The little helping limbs pull your legs apart for him to run his thumb along your wet slit. His fingers expertly tease your folds. With each gentle stroke, you feel yourself surrendering to the pleasure he effortlessly evokes. More tendrils appear that wrap themselves tenderly around your form. They hold you securely in place as the god's touch becomes more intense, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can't help but arch your back and moan softly as he continues. His lips move down from your collarbone and skip over the tendril making its way to your neck. He focuses on the space between your breasts before picking one and lapping at the hardening bud in the center. The feathers tickle you gently and help to keep you up as his looming form forces you backward. A finger presses its way through your entrance, and the juices gush onto his hand. The god groans against your skin, and you can feel the vibration all throughout your body. His digit is quickly followed by a second one as they start to stretch and explore your inner walls, seeking out every sensitive spot within you. The sensation of his fingers moving inside you, combined with the soft feathers caressing your skin, sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and wanting more. His kisses move down along your sternum, and two tendrils make you release the wings on his back that you had held on to with all your might. Finally free from your grip, he can lower himself to the floor. He looks up at you from between your legs before turning to brush his lips along your inner thigh.

His mouth finds its way to your throbbing clit, his tongue flicking and circling with precision. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The tendrils tighten their grip further as your body jerks, and your belly contracts in anticipation. His tongue buries into your folds as he laps up your desire for him. Strangled cries and whimpers escape your throat as he keeps you teetering on the edge of climax, prolonging the exquisite torture. The little feathery limbs around your wrists let go to allow you to lace your fingers into his pale blonde hair and pull on it. The fingers of his free hand dig into your hip with enough fierceness to leave marks. The other hand pumps into you with curled digits. With a final flick of his tongue, you shatter into a million pieces, your body convulsing with pleasure as you ride the waves of climax.

He doesn't stop yet, his tongue replacing the fingers he pulled from you, drinking up every spilled drop like a dying man presented with the fountain of immortality. Both his hands hold on to your hips, pulling you closer as you slowly come down from the initial high, but his actions still cloud your mind with pleasure.

His face pulls away from you, and you get to see his adoring eyes look up at you. This gaze is yours alone; no other soul is privy to it. His one. His only. Despite the soft nature of his expression, his lips aren't graced with a smile; an iciness fit for the god of winter lingers there. You know this face too well; it's nothing more than a mask, trying to hide his inpatient intentions. As he rises up to stand before you, the distance grows enough for you to bask in the glory of his form. You see the sparse little feathers growing by the collarbones, his wide and muscular chest, now bare for you since his flowy white robe hangs from his hips. Yet the layers of fabric are not able to hide his desire for you.

As he steps closer, he relieves his body from the garment and lifts you up from the wooden surface with the tendrils to remove your skirts leaving you as naked as the day you were born. He presses himself between your legs as he lowers you down again and you wrap yourself around him, your feet locking together on his ass. His cheek presses against yours, his warm breath tickling your neck as his hands stroke your sides. You enjoy his closeness, and the slight tickling makes you look down. You feel his hard length press against you, but as you look, you see the tip poke out between your bellies. It leaves a wet spot on your skin. You scoot your ass back enough to fit your hand between your bodies.

You touch your own dripping sex first, collecting some of the slick on your digits before capturing his shaft and starting to run your palm along the length of it before wrapping your fingers around it. You continue to stroke him firmly, feeling him twitch in your hand. With every pass, your thumb strokes over the tip, and his heavy breath caresses your ear as silent moans threaten to escape him. Your other hand holds on to his hair as you continue your steady pace. He arches his back and lets out a low groan of pleasure as you twist your hand around him, and the sound turns into a growl as he nips at your ear. You know he is at his wit's end, unable to control himself any longer. You release the vice like grip of your legs, and he knows to lean back. You run his sensitive tip through your folds before lining him up at your entrance. You are dripping in anticipation, and he can slowly sink into your heat as the walls clamp down around him. You let out a soft moan as he fills you completely.

His hips start to move in shallow thrusts as your fingers grip his hair and feathers. His panting lips move to your throat, forcing your head back, but the pleasure is too much to keep your eyes open anyway. You let yourself enjoy the overwhelming sensation. He grinds himself to the bottom of your well, hitting that spot inside you that makes you tighten your legs around him. You feel the tendrils around you come to life again with new vigor as they strangle your torso and opening your legs wider for him. You are too bound by him to do much of anything except moan with overwhelming pleasure towards the heavens. You are completely lost in the moment, surrendering yourself to his every touch. Your mind is consumed with desire, and your body aches for more.

As if sensing your despair, he increases the intensity of his movements—no longer shallow thrusts but deep, powerful strokes that send waves of delight through every fiber of your being. His teeth graze your skin as his lips move hungrily against the skin of your neck. He relishes the vibrations escaping your throat, his hands grabbing you tight and pulling you closer to him.

You quiver around him as your body tightens in pleasure, every nerve ending on fire with lust. His pace has turned into a frantic pounding as he drives deep into you. The small room is filled with a symphony of your voices, moaning in unison to the building crescendo of ecstasy.

The coil that has been tightening with every thrust of your lover finally releases, sending you over the edge into a state of pure bliss. You call out his name as your body convulses around him, tripping him too over the verge of climax. He fills you with warmth as your pulsing milks him. You feel yourself spilling over as your hands release their tight grip on him. You go boneless as the last of the intense pleasure washes over and retreats. You are kept up by his strong arms and tendrils wrapped around you. His lips move down to your chest, where he leaves more of his burning kisses as you still feel him panting against your skin. You are so entangled in him, you aren't sure where he ends and you start.

The tendril that has been around your neck like a necklace slithers away and is replaced by the god of death's long fingers. He squeezes just enough to slightly restrict your airway, making your heavy breath hitch in your throat. He kisses the edge of your jaw, and you turn your burning gaze on him. What you wouldn't give to crawl out of this mortal body and return to the time where you had no need for it. You curse the gods who turned you this way, forcing the two of you to hold back every step of the way. Your love transcends the limitations set by this meek form. You don't want him to be vigilant about your weak body; you want the love you make to thunder across the land with the strength of a thousand storms. You want him to stay. Yet he will bring death even to you if he lingers too long. You grab hold of his chin and move his lips to yours so your tongue can taste the sweetness of his mouth. A groan escapes him as his other hand pulls on your lower back, pressing you even closer to him. You are left gasping and desperate for more.

His fingers release you again, and he grabs hold of your hips. There is no chance of you sliding away from his grasp, as he holds you both with his strong arms and the tendrils woven around you. He picks you up from the workbench and heads to where he knows your bed to be. You can still feel him inside you, as he never pulled away far enough from your body to break that bond. As he steps into the shimmering moonlight, he stops. Long shadows are painted on his skin, and his pale blue eyes glimmer, reminding you of ice crystals, making him appear otherworldly.

"My gorgeous nymph, beautiful as the day I first saw you," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You know his calm demeanor hides a raging fire just beneath the surface. You know you are the moth to his flame, and you cannot resist being drawn closer to him, even though you know it will eventually consume you.

"My Beloved." You whisper back, your hands cradling his face.

He doesn't linger by the window any longer but continues onward to your bed. He turns and stretches out his enormous wings before sitting down and situating you on his lap, your legs kneeling to either side of his thighs as you are spread out for him again.

He looks up at your face, the ancient fire you share burning in both of your gazes. The storming of your soul against the confines of your human body is a tempest, spilling over into his soul.

"I want to lay waist to their domain, to set fire to their realm, where they look down upon us, until their marble stairs melt away. I want to make them grovel and beg for forgiveness at your feet for the shackles they have placed upon you. Let me seek justice the only way I know how. Tell me to go to war, Shepherd!"

"You will lose without your heart, and I refuse to give it back," you say with a tone that won't allow him to argue. Instead, you put your hands on his shoulders and grind your hips into his lap.

You feel his breath shudder for a moment before his hands run up your body, cupping your breasts as you lean back. The need grows again, fed by the flames of your love, as you roll your hips against his, feeling the heat between you intensify. His lips find yours, and you lose yourself in the passion of the moment. You feel him hardening inside you again, aching for more. His fingers dance over your sensitive skin as the tendrils retreat, and he gives you full control over your body again. Your movements grow bolder as he swells inside you. Soon enough, you find yourself feverishly riding him, unable to hold back any longer. He uses the tendrils to move the both of you further onto the bed without disturbing your bouncing. You force him onto his back as you continue to rock your hips against his with a passion that consumes you both. Any attempt to prolong the moment is futile, as the sight of him relishing in your beauty is intoxicating. His fingers dig into your thighs as he starts to buck up into you with an urgency that matches your own. A tendril pushes against the tender bundle of nerves to brush against it. There is time for tenderness later. For now, you are a wildebeest in heat, desperate for his touch and his seed. You are lost in the moment, consumed by the age-old desire between you.

As your bodies move in perfect synchronization, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in a whirlwind of passion. The intensity builds until it reaches its peak, leaving you breathless and completely enraptured by him. As you collide into him, he pulls you in for a breathless and passionate kiss that leaves you wanting more. He wraps you in his wings as he turns and pins you underneath him. The god still looks ravenous as he pulls away from you and continues to grind his hips against yours. He kisses the deepest part of you, and it makes you whine out his name until you're begging for him to never stop.

Chasing one release after the other, you are soon spent, your body exhausted and limp, yet your soul begs him to keep going. The night goes by with him mapping your body with his blazing lips and exploring every inch of your skin with his fingertips, leaving you breathless and thinking you might die in the arms of the god of winter and death.

As the sun begins to kiss the tops of the trees, you find yourself tangled in his embrace, feeling a sense of completeness and contentment. You know the time has come again for him to leave your side, but for a little bit, the yearning in the pit of your stomach has found its fill. You know you will see him again as another cycle of nature reaches its end, and until then, you have a job to do.

The bittersweet goodbye stings your heart as his lips linger on yours for longer than they need, his fingers gripping your waist tightly, a rigidity in his body betraying the calm facade he's trying to maintain. As he pulls away, your loving gaze meets his stern eyes. Your thumb trails over the beauty mark on his cheek, a moment of silent understanding passing between you. You know he has no desire to leave, yet he must rip himself from the beautiful dream that is your embrace.

"I will wait for you, my darling," you whisper into his ear before placing a last kiss on his cheek.

"And I will return to you, forever and always," he promises before turning away from you with sorrow in his eyes. "Keep it safe for me, sweetling."

Check out Story 1 and Story 3!

"Foolish man, that's why I don't give it back." You chuckle lightly and watch him silently walk across the frosted yard to disappear before daylight floods his path.

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wifeofsnowbaird · 3 months

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You put a spell on me

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Masterlist

[ Billy the Kid (Tom's version) x desi!oc]

[A/N: if you haven't got it yet, or ur not brown, I named her sheila bc offf......the song sheila ki jawani. its too good 🥲🥲🥲, also if u havent seen that one edit in part one, i did say that i forgot about the civil war but edited both parts to include why shelia is a slave even though the civil war fought against slavery]

Warning: gore, violence, gun and knife violence.

Summary: Sheila, the 'slave' according to her, just met Billy the Kid, but they're surrounded by the cowboys employed by Edward Mason to catch all stray slaves.

The poster was ruined, and tomatoes littered on the muddy ground next to the tree where it was posted. She suddenly had a feeling that, yes, Billy was an outlaw, but most poor people loved criminals, fighting for justice, yet he was hated.

“ You’re the infamous outlaw, Billy the Kid. You know the sheriff around these parts is looking for you.”

“ Yet, I just met a person who has been unjustly forced into servitude, doesn’t that sound odd?”

She frowned, eyes gazing at the ground, bitter at his confidence.

“ They’re British, and I’m Indian.”

“ But this is America, it’s illegal here.”

“ But they don’t care, we’re in the south, pretty boy.”

A smug grin caught her eye, Sheila wanted to smack it off his beautiful face.

“ Mos’ people call me Billy, but ‘m glad ya think ’m pretty.”

‘Pretty boy,’ had only slipped out because he was crowding her vision with his eyes, people with eyes that aren’t brown tend to do that, or maybe that was just the British because he didn’t seem so attached to his sapphire irises as most people she’d met are.

“ I-”

Sheila was cut off by the sound of stampeding horses coming straight for her, guns swinging, and the face of Edward Mason glaring through her vision.

When Edward saw the cowboy standing near his ‘slave’, he rejoiced, assuming that Billy would help him carry her back to the warehouse.

“ Oh my! Thank you for finding my wretched slave! Now pass her over…” His threatening voice caused Sheila to give Billy a wry smile, expecting him to give her to that deranged slave owner. Even if he believed that slavery shouldn’t be performed, he was human, and all humans are greedy and selfish.

Sheila deemed William H. Bonney to be the same.

She closed her eyes, feeling her mother’s hand graze her cheek with the same warmth she’d felt four years ago, back in the tent her family lived in. She’d known she wouldn’t last long before the Masons caught up with her, she just hoped that there was some form of mercy in their veins.

“ No. I like ‘er, I think I’ll keep ‘er for myself, ya know?

AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

sorry it took soooo long to finish writing this, im in the middle of a writing and reading slump :,(

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Spider

Pairing : Street Racer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : casual, it's really just an introduction

Wordcount: 0.9k

A/N: Inspired by the one movie I have seen of fast & the furious. (dw I'm gonna watch all of them now). Also disclaimer idk anything about cars.

Masterlist

↓ Miguel's car, though his is dark blue/black with red stripes.

It's late at night, though the streets of Nueva York are anything but silent. Downtown, yet another car meet was happening. It generally went all the same, guys showed up, showing off their cars and sometimes their women. Couples seemed to change like people changed clothes. Most couples at least. Shanti hopes that won't be the case for her.

" Uhm, hi. " Shanti is nervous.

Very nervous. When her boyfriend said he wanted to introduce her to his world, this was not what she had expected. It's a bit of madness. Currently, no one is racing, but that's only because the meet is only just starting.

Her boyfriend wasn't great support, having gone off towards the other dudes around. Eventually telling her to talk to the other girls and meddle with them.

Which brings her to where she is now. Feeling a little awkward and exposed (the cute outfit she had picked out is not helping her nervousity) , she hopes the group of girls she approaches is the right group.

To her surprise, they are.

" Oh, hi! Ooeh, I love your skirt, where is it from? " A blonde asks as she approaches the nervous woman.

" Thank you! I got it from the Zara. My name is Shanti by the way. " She smiles.

The blonde girl grins, approaching her as she takes her hand. It makes Shanti feel safe, like she's known this girl forever.

" Nice to meet you Shanti. I'm Eva. I'm with the doofus over there. " The blonde, Eva, grins, nodding towards a blonde haired guy leaning against a Mazda RX-7.

It seemed like he had felt her eyes on him, as he turns towards the two of them, and gives her a wink.

Eva giggles as she blows him a kiss back.

As if it wasn't busy enough, the crowd suddenly gets louder as a low bass was heard, a song Shanti recognized to be Danger, by Offset and JID. people immediately step aside to let a new car through.

" They're finally here! Come with me, you've got to meet them first. " Eva says enthusiastically, pulling her new friend along.

Soon enough, they're in front of the crowd, now able to see the Dodge Challenger SRT. A tall man steps out from the driver's seat, smiling at everyone before he steps around the car.

" That's Miguel. " Eva whispers to Shanti.

Shanti nods. She's heard of him. He owns the streets. The best driver Nueva York (or all of South America) has to offer. He's all about his team, and his lady. Especially his lady.

Miguel's smile seemed to widen as he opens the door for a lady.

" And that's his lady. Y/N. You'll love her, trust me. " Eva grins.

Y/N is pretty well known as well. According to the rumors, she's nowhere near as harmless as she looks in her short revealing dress. Mess with her, and Miguel would make you pay. Mess with Miguel, and Y/N would pay you a nasty visit.

They're untouchable. People respect them for what they've done, and what they keep doing.

The two seemed to have a short moment, before Y/N kisses his cheek as she starts glancing around.

Once she spots Eva, she squeals (though it's barely heard over the heavy bass of the car.)

" Eva! I haven't seen you in forever! " Y/N smiles as she greets her in a hug.

Eva lets go of Shanti's hand to return the affection.

" Y/N! I'm sorry babe, I went on a small getaway with Jake. But I'm back now. Also, meet my new friend, Shanti. " Eva introduces her.

" Oooh, nice to meet you. I gotta say, I love your outfit! It looks great on you. " Y/N grins.

Shanti blushes. Y/N is beautiful. Her outfit compliments her form, and her accessories finish her look just right. She doesn't seen to wear too much make up, though she doesn't need it.

" Thank you, nice to meet you too. "

Y/N smiles, linking one of their arms together as Eva does the same on the other side.

" You seem like you're new to this environment. Do you know the other girls yet? " Y/N smiles as the three start walking.

Shanti shakes her head.

" No. "

" Oops, that's on me. I whisked her away right when I heard you come. " Eva grins.

Y/N smiles.

" I see. Well Shanti, let me just tell you something. We girls stick together. If anyone bothers you, feel free to come to any of us. We got you. " Y/N pats Shanti's linked arm.

Shanti smiles gratefully. Suddenly, she's glad her boyfriend waved her off. These girls seem like a lot of fun.

Meanwhile, Miguel watches the girls walk off, shaking his head fondly at Y/N's welcoming behavior. It's thanks to her that the streets became a safe space for women after all. There used to be a lot of cat fights between the women, jealousy driving them apart (often literally), until she stepped in with her kind soul, complimenting girls and creating her own stronghold. Miguel is proud of her. Proud to call her his woman.

Suddenly, a low whistle was heard to his left. Facial expression returning to his neutral grumpy look, he turns to face his best friend.

" Damn my dude, you're whipped. " Peter grins.

[ A/N: This was really just an introduction thing, not sure if I'm gonna continue, lemme know if anyone wants to read more abt them. ]

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thoughtsandbones · 8 months

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The flesh you thread between my blood and bones slows down the pendulum of death

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, American Idiot - Green Day, After Dark - Mr.Kitty, 1973 - James Blunt

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14 and PART 15 I

Part 15 II

Ghost stared at the yellow sign reading in black NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT on the white double doors that led to the operating room where Soap had been wheeled in by both doctors, surrounded by other medical staff.

As he walked behind them when they rushed ahead he heard them shouting all sorts of medical jargon. You were so calmly ordering for mLs of drugs with too many Zs. He looked down at his skeletal gloves, the fake bones once white now stained red with Johnny's blood.

Looking up again at the sign he thought of you. How your hands would also be bloodied, pouring deep into Soap's body, mending him.

You gotta save him he pleaded in his head. He couldn't lose Soap, not now. Not after what they had been through together in Mexico, Chicago... now this.

'C'mon Lt!' Soap's words rang through his skull. Guilt flooded his chest as he remembered moments of how blunt he had been to Soap...

Squeezing his fist tight, Ghost sighed and then walked down the corridor until he found himself a chair in an empty room and plopped the chair right outside those double doors. Sitting down, Ghost winced with pain, the cut sobbed as he sat down and moved his torso.

"Fuuuck" He growled quietly.

Leaning back, he shut his eyes letting the darkness wash over him.

...

Soap was lifted onto the surgical bed. As you and Peyton scrubbed in, the nurses dressed him. Through the window of the scrub room you watched as he was intubated, his bloodied clothes discarded in the yellow hazard bin.

Once scrubbed and prepped, you assume the lead role in the surgery. Neuro was your speciality, this was a spinal injury. This is your arena. Closing your eyes, you breathe in.

"It's a beautiful night to save lives" You say, opening your eyes. Peyton eyes crinkle, a sign she was smiling under her medical mask.

"10 blade" You say and the nurse gives your instrument. You place the edge of the blade two inches above the bullet wound, applying pressure with your index finger you slide the blade across the skin unveiling the flesh beneath.

"Suction" Peyton says and she moves in with the machine that gargles up the blood from the exposed muscle

Peeling back the muscular layers you clamp down areas needing support. Soap's lumbar was one display. No major damage could be seen.

"Bullet must've missed the lumbar" Peyton says

"L1 clear" You say inspecting the upper lumbar region, with your blade you move down

"L2 clear"

"Suction" Peyton says

"L3 clear" you say and then move down

"Suction"

As you looked around L4, there was a sudden gush of blood and the monitors started beeping rapidly

"Found the bullet" You say "Clarissa, Kerrison rongeur" holding your left hand up whilst holding the area with your blade as Peyton continued suction. The beeping subdued.

"Need another pair of hands for this" You say

Peyton gave the suction pipe to the nurse on her right and then took hold of a clamp and forceps.

Cutting away at the connective tissue and muscle you peel the layer as Peyton grabs the shrapnel

"Hard part now.." She said after depositing the shrapnel in dish

Rapid beeping started again. You and Peyton both move together, suction, cutting, threading and assessing any damage to the surrounding nerves.

"Pulse at 120" Clarissa said as she took hold of the forceps from Peyton

"Shit" You say as more blood gushed from the wound which was quickly slurped away from the suction pipe.

"Sutures" Peyton said and she began to sew up the first damaged nerve.

There was a increase in beeping

"Pulse 150"

"Let me do it" You say and Clarissa swiftly gives you a new set of sutures.

After adjusting yourself you look down "Surgical microscope please" And the microscope was brought down to your level and adjusted to your eyeline.

Focusing your eyes through the lense you begin to graft the a new nerve from the damaged nerve, cutting the damaged part and sewing the ends.

This was your element. Fixing the broken. Mending the hurt.

After 5 hours of intense surgery, you and Peyton were nearly finished. The beat of song playing off the speaker was echoing across the walls of the OR. Nodding your head along to the drum of Green Day's American Idiot as you finished suturing the final layer of Soap's skin.

"Nice finish" Peyton said as she cleaned the area "Stats are good" she added looking at the various monitors that beeped rhythmically along with the music.

"Pause music please" You said, one of the nurses pauses.

You cut the last suture and place the forceps onto the tray held by Clarissa.

"Good job Dr Kaur" She said nodding at you. You nod back and return to admire the handiwork which was being dressed by Peyton and another nurse.

"He is stable and stats are looking great" Clarissa says as you eye the monitor. You turn to her and smile, putting more effort to crinkle as your mouth was hidden behind the mask.

"We will take him back to the ICU just for observation" Peyton said as she moved over from Soap to you and Clarissa.

"I'll help take him" Clarissa said "Well done"

"No thank you" You say "Thank you everyone" You say loudly to the rest of the medical team all who respond with a cheerful thanks back.

"I'm gonna head back" You say

"I'll keep you updated, and let you know when the team can see him" Peyton says taking her gloves off as they left the OR, she tapped you on the shoulder and walked off.

Taking off your surgical cover, masks and gloves you wash the grimy sweat off your hands. The smell of strong disinfectant soap filled your nose.

Leaving the scrub room you walk off back towards the double doors where you had rolled Soap in. He was okay now. Had to wait until he was awake to see if there is any nerve damage to his legs...

Checking one of the clocks on the hallway you realise it was 11:49am, you longed for a hot shower and then the comfort of your bed. Walking through the double doors, midway through yawning you were met with a giant man sat in the middle of the hallway. The skull face gave you a jump. It took a few moments to register that it was Ghost.

"Lieut-"

Ghost leapt up from his chair and nearly toppled you over as he confronted you

"Is he alright? Did he make it?" He blurted, his eyes widening at you.

You stare back into his eyes, only just able to make out the blue iris.

"He's okay." You say, reaching your right hand up to to his shoulder.

"His legs, said somethin' abou' his legs" Ghost huffed at you

"Ghost, he is stable and in the ICU, regarding his legs, we will have to wait until he wakes up to assess any damage." You to him calmly

He takes in this information, your calm demeanor. Of course you know what you are doing he thought to himself

"Are you okay sir? You ask

"I'm okay" Ghost said quickly.

You look at him curiously, there was something off about him.

"Okay then.." You say moving away from him.

Ghost moves towards the chair and picked it up with his left arm, the sudden weight made him wince and groan as his unattended wound stretched and weep as he moved.

"Fuuck" He whispered to himself as he set the chair back down and placing his right hand over his wound on the left side of his waist.

"Lieutenant what happened?" You say rushing over to him

"Nothin'" He said trying to push you away. You scoff at him and roll your eyes.

"Ghost, I'm in no mood for bullshit" You say sharply at him. Ghost looked at you, eyebrows narrowed, your eyes slightly red and clearly tired.

He was being rude again.

"I got a nick" He said motioning to his wound looking at your stern face, eyes narrowed. Clearly annoyed. "Can you patch me up?" He asks, your stern face relaxed, softened.

"Right, come with me" You say letting out a big sigh and head out of the RAMC building and then back to the infirmary in Building 2.

Turning the light on you spritz the med bed and give it a quick wipe.

"Get your vest off" You say plainly to Ghost who follows your command. He unties the straps and then sets his vest aside. Attempting to take his hoodie off but he couldn't as the wound caused him to wince further.

"Need some help?" You say as you look over to Ghost who was clearly struggling.

"Alrigh' then" He said and braced himself as you walk closer to him, bringing your hands to his body, rolling the hem of his hoodie slowly and carefully.

Ghost winced again as you went near his waist.

"Might have to cut it off" You suggest looking up at him.

"Go on then" He mumbled, the edge of his mouth curved slightly under his mask.

Grabbing a pair of clothing shears, you cut the hoodie off Ghost, revealing a damp black shirt underneath, his bare muscular arms on unveiled. You look at his waist, and see a patch of dried up blood, parts of his shirt clung to his skin dried and wrinkled.

"Sit on the med bed please" You motioning to the bed and then you walk off to the bathroom to wash your hands. Sleep eludes you. Drying your hands you head back to where Ghost was, who was now sitting crouched on the edge of med bed.

Putting on a pair of gloves and grabbing a stool with your foot you slide close to Ghost, and lift the t-shirt. As suspected the parts that clung to the skin where dried stuck to the wound. An impromptu weak bandage.

"Gonna also have to cut your shirt around the wound, it's dried to the gash"

Ghost looked down at you.

"Can't you bandage it?" He asks and the expression your face held clearly showed he asked a stupid question.

Your look of disbelief subdued, and grabbed the scissors. Ghost's heart quickened. He didn't mind being shirtless. But not when he has been in the field with limited availability to shower, smelt like shit and especially in front of a woman he was interested in...

"Wai-" Ghost began but he was too late, you began to cut his shirt off him, exposing his sticky sweaty scarred skin.

As you cut away at the fabric you notice various deep pink and white scars adorned on his chest and abdomen. Dirt had built up in areas, but it was expected. A shower is the last thing you need in the field.

Grabbing some saline water and a towel, you wash away dirt surrounding the remaining cloth covering his wound. Gently, with your gloved fingers you peel the cloth away revealing the gammy wound. Inflamed and dirty.

"Lift your arm" You ask and Ghost does so and watches as your pour more saline to the wound, his eyes focused on the precision placement of your fingers on his waist, not ogling him.

He slightly winces as your fingers graze over a sensitive area. As you examine the area, you notice it was bumpy, sand had gotten into the wound.

"This area is very inflamed. Lie down, it'll sting as I clean it" You say gently

Ghost shuffled back and then. laid down and then turned his head to watch as you focused on cleaning his wound, your concentration unwavering as you focused on the task at hand. He noticed the lack of talking, just blunt and no joy. But then, you did just finish a 6 hour surgery.

He gazed at your tired eyes, noticed how you rapidly blink every now and then, your mouth pursed, no smile on show. You grabbed some small gauze and wiped the wound.

"This is going to need stitches" You say

"Hmm" Ghost mumbled "I'll let you get to work, I'll just be here" He adds

You laugh slightly and then finish cleaning the area before starting to suture the two layers of fatty tissue and muscle, pulling the flesh together again, wiping away any blood with clean gauze.

Ghost felt himself slip into the bed beneath him as you got to work, focusing on his breathing; in for four, hold, then out slowly for four. Drifting away, away from the chaos of the last 24 hours. Away from the chaos that still looms ahead of him.

<CUE FLASHBACK> 23rd August 2010 Ashfield Base, mess hall "Sergeant Riley" You said as you plopped down opposite your superior in the mess hall with your lunch, the hall was mostly empty, the radio played on the speaker overhead. "Cadet" Sergeant Riley said not looking up from his cup of tea and half-eaten sausage roll. "C'mon sir, you know my name" You quipp at him as you take a bite of your pizza. Simon looks up from his cup and stars at you, your eyes widened and the grin appeared on your face. "Cadet Ruhari" He sighed looking back at his sausage roll. "Cadet maybe no more" You say cheerfully Simon looked up quickly "What do you mean?" He asked "Captain asked if I wanted to come join full time, commit proper into the army." You said "Ah" Simon said quietly "Ain't you got some good brains for uni?" He added and looked at you as you shrugged "Maybe can do it later, but I do enjoy this" You say motioning the space around you. "Nothin' enjoyable about war" He said sharply You were taken aback "Of course not sir, I just meant as in discipline, camaraderie and the protection of one's country" "Hmm" Simon mumbles giving you a slight cold stare with his sharp blue eyes. In that moment of silence, the radio station at base start playing 1973 by James Blunt. The echoes of the piano filled your body and you began to twiddle your fingers to the beat of the drum. Looking at Simon you start to grin, he looks up at you as you begin to mouth the lyrics: Simona.. you're getting older Your journey's been etched on your skin... "Simonaaaa" You sing quietly and giggle Simon gazed at your joyous smile as you continued to mouth the lyrics of the stupid song that made a twist of his name. He watched on as you exaggerated the 'mona' part of Simona and laughed along with you. Simon knew the Captain was going to offer you a place in the army, but he had hoped you would decline. Going out in the field changes people. Changes the best of people. Turns them into someone else. Would you still be the same after you see the horrors of war? Simon wondered as he watched you finally finish the now cold slice of pizza. He would hate to see that beautiful smile disappear.

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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oh my! time for a request! I imagine something like, maybe, a Stark girl coming to King's Landing and she's all fierce and trains with ser Cole (or maybe uses bow and arrows idk) and Aemond sees that and is like "I want that, that's wife material" and just like falls for her and wants her. I know it sounds stupid but I believe you will write it beautifully.

The Dragon and The Wolf

(Note: I have SO MANY OC characters for this universe, so I'm definitely putting them to use lol)

***

She didn't like King's Landing, she quickly realized. The city was too hot and too crowded. It took their wheelhouse ages to get into the city, let alone up to the Red Keep. felt the heat through the holes in the windows; so much so, she removed her furs after a while. Peeking out the windows, she realized how disgusting the city looked. Buildings leaned on top of one another, creating narrow streets. Children ran barefoot or half-dressed through muddy, stinking streets. The worst smells back home were in the stables. Dyana missed the cool, crisp summer air; the tall sentinel trees that filled the forest and their godswood. She missed her brothers and little sister, who stayed behind because only she'd be leaving home.

To make a proper political alliance, Lord Stark and King Viseryes decided to bind their houses through marriage. She found it strange, since northerners married northerners or people from south of the neck, like her Riverland-born mother. Her mother tried convincing her marrying the prince would be beneficial to everyone. Yes, everyone but her. Dyanna did not mind doing her duty to her house. She always knew she'd marry a lord, run his castle and bear his children. She did not mind it at all. Dyanna might enjoy roughhousing, riding horses, and shooting her bow, but she liked dressing for balls, dancing with fine gentlemen, singing songs and reading and writing poetry. She became the noble lady her mother expected and her father approved of.

But, a part of her felt disappointed as the wheelhouse arrived inside the Red Keep's courtyard. She'd hoped to marry in a Northern lord, who'd understand her nature and customs. A southern lord, a prince no less, might not approve. He'll expect her to be a dutiful, compliant woman who will honor and obey him. Dyanna supposed she had no choice. Women in her position did not have one.

The wheelhouse stopped in the courtyard, and her father climbed out first. He didn't very much like the south either, but he wouldn't be living here like her. He'd go home to Winterfell, where snow covered the ground and hot water ran in the walls. She stayed frozen inside the wheelhouse, not moving even when he offered his hand to her. If she hid inside the carriage, maybe she wouldn't have to marry. But, that logic did not work on a grown woman.

"Dyanna," her father whispered, "Come now. You cannot sit in here forever."

"Father..."

"The King is waiting on you."

Dyanna took a deep breath, and stepped out of the wheelhouse. In front of her, a few yards away, stood House Targaryen. King Viseryes sat in a chair, a golden half mask covering the particularly nasty part of his face. Leprosy, she heard, claimed the king's eye and parts of his cheek. He appeared half out of his mind, someone drooped to one side on his chair with a walking stick. Dyanna pitied him. It must be difficult living in such a condition, where every moment was filled with pain. Beside him was the queen, Queen Alicent, wearing a green silk dress and emerald tiara. She truly was beautiful like people said. A proper queen, she stood tall and proud with the seven-pointed star of The Faith around her neck.

She saw the princess, Helaena, with two blond children at her sides. A dress of pale pink and gold, she seemed shy and timid. Dyanna figured she might as well get to know her, if they'd be sisters soon.

The prince Aegon, Heaena's husband and brother, was beside his father. His square face somewhat cantankerous and sleepy, she saw all the signs of a man post drink. She'd heard vile things about the king's first born; it made her sick considering they might be true after all.

Then, she saw Him. Standing straight, arms crossed behind his back and feet apart, Prince Aemond exuded power and strength. The first thing she saw was the eyepatch he wore on his left eye. She spotted the scars leading out onto his forehead and on his cheekbone. His long blond hair fell down past his shoulders, and shone in the sunlight. Ladies she knew said he scared them. He did not smile or show any emotion other than coldness when she approached. A soldier. That’s what he reminded her of.

Her father, the King and Queen all exchanged pleasantries. When he introduced her, she curtsied and thanked them for inviting them to their home. She was then led down the line, being introduced to the rest of their household. When she reached Aemond, she’ll admit he did frighten her. Not because of his eye, but because of the cold stare in his one good eye. She tried not focusing on the patch. She didn’t want her betrothed thinking her rude. She’d heard he was deadly with a sword, and flew the largest and strongest of their dragons.

“I heard you fly Vhagar,” she said, finding something kind to say.

“I do.”

“She is the mightiest of them. I’ve read all the stories.”

“Hmm.”

She’d punch him if they let her. The King then led them inside, being carried in his chair by footmen, saying they must be tired from their journey. Queen Alicent led them to their quarters herself. She asked after her mother, who she’d met months ago. Dyanna remained polite and cordial like her father expected. She never mentioned her dislike of the city outright. She simply said she found the captial interesting. But, it wasn’t the keep she wished to see.

It was their training yard.

After settling into her quarters, Dyanna slipped into her breeches, shirt and under bust vest. She told her septa she’d be in the yard, to which the woman protested as she rushed out the door. Calling on some of her father’s men, she led the group outside where she heard the familiar sounds of clashing swords. She spotted people watching her as she rushed down the steps into the courtyard. She saw men in leather armor dancing around one another with swords, morningstars, maces, and other weapons. Dyanna smiled, feeling the adrenaline rush beginning to flow through her as she reached the armory section. The man there told her the yard was no place for a lady, to which she and her men chuckled.

“Trust me, good ser, I am more than capable.”

She took up one of the lighter swords. She weighed it in her hand, and flipped it as she tested its balance. She expected nothing less from the King. Dyanna came back into the space, seeing all the men in front of her. She noticed a small crowd gathered around one side of the yard, catching the sight of two figures in the center. She recognized the white blond hair of Prince Aemond, and the dark figure she knew to be Ser Criston Cole, a member of the kingsguard. Dyanna came closer, the people moving aside as they lady appeared. Ser Cole waved around a mace, while the prince did his best to dodge. No, not his best. He expertly moved out of each swing, blocking one with a wooden shield that the weapon broke right through. He tossed the shield aside, and worked with only his sword. Dyanna admitted he was good. It reminded her of her older brother, a great swordsman in his own right. Finally, the prince took one more dodge from the mace and then went around Ser Cole and put his blade to the man’s throat.

“Well done, my prince,” Cole said, yielding to Aemond. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys,” he replied. He flipped is sword handle and turned to Dyanna, “My lady, what brings you here?” He noticed her attire, and appeared confused.

“I wish to see your yard and to train with Ser Cole.”

Ser Cole looked at her quizzically, “Lady Dyanna?”

She smiled, realizing her recognized her, “Hello, Ser Cole. It’s been a while.”

“A very long while,” he agreed. They shook hands, and he turned to Aemond, “Lady Dyanna is quite the swordsman, Your Grace. I saw her spar against one of the Baratheon boys at Maidenpool.”

“A woman wielding a sword?” it was not discouraging or judgmental. He sounded curious, though he tried to hide it. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“My father says I have wolf’s blood in me, Your Grace,” she replied with a grin. “I picked up a sword as a little girl, and never put it down.”

“Your lord father allows it?”

“He does. My mother doesn’t approve exactly, but as long as I keep up with my lessons and womanly duties, she tolerates it.” She looked back to Ser Cole, “I’ve been waiting for us to meet again, I will confess, ser. We never got the chance to go toe-to-toe at Maidenpool.”

“No better time than the present, my lady. That is, if His Grace doesn’t mind?”

Prince Aemond stared her up and down. He studied her, she knew. She tried standing straighter, putting her shoulders back and chin up. “Not at all,” he said, “But none of us are responsible if you are injured.”

“I don’t expect anyone to take responsibility except myself.”

She did her best to not appear disagreeable. Dyanna met men like Aemond all the time. Men who doubted her skills. She enjoyed proving them wrong.

***

It amused him to see her standing there, sword in hand and wearing boiled leather. Not because she was a woman, but because she appeared so confident. When his father told him he’d be marrying Dyanna Stark, his brother Aegon had snorted. “A dragon bedding a she-wolf,” he’d taunted. Aemond didn’t care. He’d marry Dyanna no matter what happened; it was his duty to his house. A person of his station needed to marry well, and who better than a Stark of the North? It allied the crown with the vast, wild North beyond.

People spoke of Dyanna’s tomboyish ways, but they never said anything about her beauty. Gray eyes stared at Ser Cole with determination as they began clashing swords. Brown hair stayed braided back from her face, the long braid swinging behind her. Hours of training must have given her the shape she had, making her stronger and faster. Aemond stood to the side and watched her expert footwork, her swift dodges and fierce blows. He noticed the work Ser Cole put into the fight. Dyanna would not go down easily, he saw. He liked it. House Targaryen needed strong women; not only with their minds, but their bodies. He observed her throughout the tough match. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

When Dyanna’s sword stuck into Ser Cole’s shield, Aemond expected him to stop due to her being a woman. He’d been wrong. Ser Cole charged at her, and Dyanna rolled out of the way. She grabbed the broken shield Aemond discarded moments ago, and blocked Cole’s next blow. She swung it so his shield went to the side, then took the open opportunity to kick him back. Taking up her fallen sword, she swiped it at the fallen knight, who rolled away in time and stood up. He retrieved his shield, and blocked her next few moves before he swung the shield up into the side of her face. People around his gasped, but Dyanna did not quit. She fell to the ground hard, falling flat on her front before Cole put his blade to her throat.

Dyanna laughed, being lifted to her feet and starting to talk with Cole. He saw the man begin showing her moves he’d used against her, which intrigued him. Perhaps marrying her would not be so bad. If anything, he’d gain a good sparring partner.

“You fight well,” he complimented. “I never expected the rumors about you to be true.”

“What rumors?”

“That the She-Wolf of Winterfell was a fierce as they believe.”

She smiled shyly, “I do well. I’ll never fight in a battle or a war, but I still like knowing how to defend myself.”

He stepped closer, Ser Cole taking the cue to leave them, “But, if you had a husband, you wouldn’t need to defend yourself. He’d protect you.”

She paused, “What if he isn’t around?”

“He’ll always be around.” He twirled his sword in his hand, “Care to spar with me now, my lady?”

She grinned, “I’d be honored, Your Grace.”

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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A/N: thanks for putting this in! I know I took a bit from his fighting scene with Cole, but I really liked that part so I couldn’t help it. I hope you still enjoy it!

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Pledging My Love

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 11K (I got a little carried away)

Summary: It’s 1952 in Memphis, Tennessee and Elvis is a senior at Humes, a star quarterback for his school’s football team. Y/N is the lead cheerleader for their rival school, but no rivalry is a match for the sparks that fly between them. With segregation rising in the south, their relationship is forbidden but Elvis won’t give up without a fight.

Warnings: Football Quarterback!Elvis, ANGST, written around segregation time period, Lead Cheerleader!reader, mention of mother’s death on reader’s part, slight violence, SMUT, oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering (if you squint), unprotected sex, FLUFF, a love story for the times, very happy ending considering the time period

A/N: I got a little carried away with this story, but it’s good for me. I hope that it will be good for you as well. I would like to say that I probably won’t right more surrounding around segregation period in the South but honestly, Elvis did live during that time so it’s fitting that he meets his lovely reader during that period as well. There are two songs that helped me get through the last half of this fic which is very obvious stated in the story: I’m In The Mood by John Lee Hooker and Pledging My Love by Johnny Ace (or Elvis because he sang this song as well). So if you would be so kind, check those songs out because they are beautiful honestly. Although Pledging My Love didn’t come out until 1955, it felt fitting for this love story for the ages. Anyway, I don’t wanna keep rambling, I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I loved writing it. Happy reading, babies!

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Football season was always your favorite time of year in Memphis. The fans, the atmosphere, and even the hottest boys of your school who were all on the team. Although the school that you went to was strictly for African Americans, your school would always play the finest school in Memphis, Humes High School. Their quarterback was the finest in the state, often participating in all-star games that happened in the Spring. Elvis Presley was on his way to being drafted into the professional league, if he kept on the right path. You, the lead cheerleader, would often stare in awe as he ran around the field, doing drills before every game. He was tall, extremely lanky, but you could make out every muscle that toned his body. He was simply gorgeous; nothing more, nothing less. “You are always eyeing that Presley boy. You would think that he was your boyfriend or something.” You looked over to your friend, Velma who had followed your gaze to the quarterback as he was doing the usual drills.

“Oh hush, I think he is gonna be drafted after graduation. Do you see how smooth he moves?” Velma nodded her head at you, looking his way for a short while before she turned to look back at you, stars still in your eyes as you watched Elvis on the field. “I think you’re crazy. That boy won’t give you the time of day, Y/N. We are living in the time of segregation, honey. Even if we weren’t, he probably would think you were like those other cheerleaders who have the hots for the star quarterback.” You rolled your eyes as your coach walked over to the section where you and the other cheerleaders were sitting. “Alright girls, it’s time for a little practice. The game is almost about to begin.” You turned to look at Velma, picking up your pom poms as you stood from the bleachers. “Segregation has nothin’ to do with admiring someone. Even if I could be killed for it.”

You lead your team down to the side that your team was on, leading them through the cheers for the night. As the boys lifted you in the air, your pom poms shook in your hands. You could have sworn that Elvis looked your way, his eyes lingering on you for only a short while, before he continued with his drills. The game was starting, your football team making their way on the field as the crowd cheered. You sat in the segregated section of the stadium along with the others, intensely following each play as if you were making them yourself. As usual, Elvis was running your team into the ground, his moves were exceedingly better than anyone you had ever laid your eyes on. Throughout the game, Elvis would look in your general direction, a bright smile on his face as if he was showing off to you. Velma cursed under her breath as she noticed the score, leading into the halftime. “That boy has better moves than Bobby Marshall! Good god almighty!”

You smiled to yourself, knowing fully well that he was going to be better than any football player that graced the big leagues. You knew it in your heart and you knew that he did too. The halftime went by too fast for your liking, but you could feel that Elvis had his eyes on you as you danced and cheered on the field before their cheerleading team made their way on the field after your performance. “Girl, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time. You are in for a world of trouble if this goes anywhere.” Velma nudged you playfully, rolling her eyes as she noticed how you hid your face behind your hands. “I’m going to tell you to be careful, honey. Remember the times that we are living in.” You nodded your head as you turned your head to look at her. “I don’t think anything will come out of today, but I think you are right. I might have the hots for this boy.”

The game was over shortly after, Humes had dominated your school and rightfully so. Elvis gave his all every time he played. You were making your way out of the stadium, talking to Freddy Collins, the quarterback for your school. Freddy had always tried to court you, but you were never interested. He was a known player, putting his charms on every woman that moved through the town. “Y/N, I was thinkin’ that maybe we go down to the diner on Beale. I know how much you love their peanut butter milkshakes.” You rolled your eyes at the sentiment, not knowing how he knew such things about you. You may have been the lead cheerleader of your school, but you rarely told people about the things that you enjoyed in your life. “Actually, Freddy. I have to get home. I promised my daddy that I wouldn’t be late again.” He groaned, grabbing you by the arm as you went to leave. “Just one date, baby. I wanna show you how serious I am about you.”

“No. I have to get home.” You pulled your arm from his grasp, glaring at the boy as he furrowed his brows to you. Freddy wouldn’t take no for an answer, wrapping his slender arms around your waist before pulling you into his embrace. You felt dread hit the pit of your stomach as you looked at him, the adrenaline in your body kicked into overdrive. You kneed him in the groin before stepping on his foot, causing him to double over in pain. “I said no, Freddy! Leave me alone.” You stomped off, huffing at the audacity that that boy had putting his hands on you. You were walking down the sidewalk away from the stadium, too caught up in your thoughts when you heard a car honk beside you. A pretty pink cadillac was driving beside you, but you couldn’t see inside. “Hey, sugar! Do ya need a ride?” You huffed under your breath, knowing that it was probably another boy from your school trying to work his charms with you now that he knew that you weren’t interested in the quarterback.

You pulled your duffel bag close to you, not saying a word as you continued walking. The honking continued, really tearing at your nerves before you turned to face the person that was honking at you. Your jaw dropped at the figure of the person who was driving beside you, heart jumping into your throat as you stopped dead in your tracks. “Elvis? What are you doing following me?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips as you bent down to get a closer look at the boy. “Well, I wanted to know if a pretty little thing such as yourself wanted a ride home. I saw what happened between you and that quarterback. I wanted to make sure ya got home safe, without him hasslin’ ya.” You thought for a second, the opportunity sounding too intriguing to ignore. However, your daddy would kill you if he saw you associating with a white boy, let alone allowing him to take you home. “My daddy’ll kill me if he saw me pulling up to his house in a car that he doesn't recognize.” You sassily retorted, but you wanted nothing more than to get inside of his car, to be closer to him.

“Come on, sugar. If you are uncomfortable with me pulling into the driveway, I’ll stop before we get to your house.” He spoke, leaning over to the passenger side of his car, unlocking the door. You sighed out, knowing that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, walking up to his car before opening the door to get inside. “Alright, but no funny business, Presley. If you try anything, I’ll slap you silly.” You chuckled as you got inside his car, the scent of his sweat and the new car smell made you almost melt into the seat. You told him the neighborhood that you lived in, him humming that he knew exactly where that was. “And how do you know about Harbor Heights? That’s a long way from home, ain’t it?” He shrugged, driving through Beale Street. “I know a couple of good folks in that neighborhood, does that bother ya, sugar?” You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. “My name ain’t sugar or pretty little thing. My name is Y/N.”

He chuckled, clicking his tongue in his mouth before speaking your name with his southern drawl. It drove you crazy how he said your name, wanting to hear it more often passing his soft lips. “What a pretty name for a pretty girl like you, Y/N. So, what was the deal with that guy back there at the stadium?” You smacked your lips, crossing your arms as you thought about Freddy. You were sure that the word would spread around the school on Monday about how you turned Freddy Collins down. The girls would have a field day hearing that, probably teasing you about how stupid you were. Freddy was the hottest boy in the school, he could have anybody that he wanted, so who were you to turn him down? “Freddy? He’s a bonehead. He thinks just because he’s the star quarterback that he could have any woman that he wants. I’m not interested in him, let’s just leave it at that.” Elvis chuckled as he turned to look at you, his cerulean eyes taking in your features before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re not interested in him, yet, he still bothers ya? That’s not very gentlemanly of him.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him again, shrugging your shoulders. “Freddy Collins ain’t a gentleman. He-,” You looked out of the window as his car neared a police cruiser. You could feel your blood stop cold as you immediately sank down into the car’s floorboard, whimpering as you knew that if an officer saw you riding with Elvis, you would surely pay for it. “I told you this was a bad idea, Elvis. That officer probably saw me.” You whimpered in fear as he looked forward as he drove past the officer, who wasn’t even paying attention. Elvis placed his hand over yours, consoling you as you shook with fear. “The coast is clear, sugar.” He whispered as he pulled into your neighborhood. You popped your head up over the dashboard, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of your neighborhood. “This is far enough, Elvis. Thank you.” You got up from the floorboards before grabbing your bag, opening the door to his car before running away towards your house. You could hear him screaming for you to stop, wanting to tell you goodbye before you parted ways, but you were too terrified to stop. As you made it to your house, you gathered yourself, catching your breath before opening your door. Your father was sitting in his lounge chair, reading the newspaper before his head popped up to look in your direction.

“Have a good game, little bee?” You smiled at your daddy, placing your bag down on the kitchen table before running over to pull him into a hug. “Yeah, although, we lost again.” He chuckled, nodding his head at you before leading you into the kitchen. “That’s okay, I’m sure y'all will win a game or two before the season is over. I made dinner tonight, I’m turning in for the night. I’ll see you in the morning, little bee. I love you.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek as he turned in for the night. You sighed as he was out of view, sinking into your chair as you thought about tonight and a certain football player who you weren't sure you would ever see again.

Monday rolled around; the dread of another week of school weighing heavily on your mind. You made it to your school, catching Velma and your other friend, Faith at their lockers. “There’s the big shot who is now known as the girl who got away from Freddy Collins.” You sighed, opening your locker before grabbing your books. “That fool thought that if he wrapped his arms around my waist, I would melt like butter like the other lovestruck hussies at this school. I have better things to worry about other than Freddy Collins.” Velma leaned against the locker next to yours as you shut the door to your own locker, crossing her arms. “Yeah, like that white boy over at Humes. That Elvis Presley.” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows. Faith gasped, pulling her books up to her chest before leaning in close to Velma. “She likes Elvis? Oh boy, your daddy will skin you alive if he heard about that.” You glared at Velma, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she opened her big mouth to anyone else.

“He ain’t ever gonna find out, Velma. Besides, I probably won’t ever see that boy again. We only play Humes twice a season anyhow.” You walked past them before heading off to your first class of the day. Although you weren’t sure that you would ever see Elvis again personally, it didn’t stop you from thinking about him throughout the week. The week ended quickly, cheerleading practice taking up your time on Saturdays as another game approached. “Y/N, we are going down to the diner on Beale. Do you wanna come with us?” You agreed, throwing your cheer clothes in the duffel bag, shoving it into your locker. “I could go for a nice burger with that peanut butter milkshake, oh honey.” You took the time to freshen yourself up, picking your puffed out afro before spraying on your mother’s old perfume. You sighed, looking at the bottle as it shined in your hands. Your mother passed away last summer, leaving you and your father to pick up and move on without her. She was your life; the only person who knew how much you loved to cheer. She was your biggest supporter, pushing you to attend the cheer tryouts. She would come to every game, cheering your name from the stands but then she got sick. The cancer had returned; breast cancer had torn your heart from you, wondering if you would ever love someone as much as you loved her.

“Y/N, we are gonna leave without you! Come on, girl!” You could hear Velma scream out from the hallway. You wiped the tears that had prickled your eyes, taking a deep breath before you placed her perfume bottle back into your purse. “I’m comin’! I was freshening up.” You laughed, walking out of the bathroom of the school before you followed her to her car. The three of you–Velma, Faith, and you, drove away from your high school, heading downtown to Beale Street. Once you arrived at the diner that you would regularly attend with your friends, you could see the normality that was known as Beale Street. The streets were filled with black folks, window shopping or conversing with their friends. Beale Street was your favorite place to be during the daytime, seeing the soul shining throughout every store front and building that littered the strip.

It was nighttime that made you fearful. After all, it was 1952. Segregation was running rampant through the South; the law enforcement that patrolled the area once the street lights cut on, made sure that the law was enforced. However, that didn’t stop a few white folks from integrating with blacks over at Beale. In fact, from the backseat of Velma’s car, you could make out a few white women who were speaking with black women over a dress that they wanted to buy over at the local boutique. Velma parked her car, stepping out of the driver’s side before placing her pristine sunglasses that she got for her birthday over her eyes. You got out of the car, holding your clutch in your hands as you and your friends headed inside of Red’s Diner. Red’s was a pivotal memory that remained of your mother; she would often bring you down to Beale every weekend. You would always get the same meal, the cheeseburger special with a peanut butter milkshake on the side.

It was to die for. “Ladies, it’s awfully good to see you walkin’ through my door.” The owner, Beatrice, waved from behind the counter. “The usual, Y/N?” She asked, her wrinkles disappearing as her lips curved up in a smile. “Yes, ma’am! It’s great to see you again.” You sat down at the nearest booth from the counter, looking over the menu as if your order wasn’t already written down. As your friends gave their orders to the waitress, you could see someone walk in from the corner of your eye. Elvis was walking into the diner with his friends, football in hand as they laughed about something you couldn’t quite catch. You looked behind you, catching his eye, a smile crossing his lips as he shot a wink in your direction. “Oh girl, you didn’t tell me that your casanova frequented Red’s. I ain’t ever seen him here before.” Faith smiled, being the next person in your circle to notice Elvis’ appearance.

“I didn’t either.” You muttered under your breath, your heart speeding up in your chest. It was as if time stopped, the feeling of excitement cruised through your body at the thought of being close to Elvis again. You didn’t think that you would see him until the next game that your school had with Humes, but you were proven wrong. Elvis appeared by your table moments later, his bright smile in your direction as he looked down at you sitting in the booth. “If it ain’t the girl who ran away from me like a cat whose tail was on fire! Funny to see ya here, sugar.” Your face heated up from his greeting, hearing Velma and Faith whispering to each other about the name of endearment that Elvis had used for you. “It’s nice to see you too, Elvis. What are you doing here?” Your eyes turned to stare at him, embarrassed but also flustered at the same time. “My friends wanted to take a trip down here to Beale. They heard that Beatrice makes a mean burger, so they wanted to try it out. If I knew this was where you like to show your beautiful face, I woulda come here more often.”

Your friends squealed with glee, watching your interaction with Elvis with their own eyes. You swatted at them, telling them to hush as you turned your attention back to Elvis. “I’m here almost every weekend, does that answer your question?” Elvis pushed his tongue in his cheek, leaning down on the table as he looked over at your friends. “I’m Elvis, Sugar’s friend. You are?” He extended his hand, Velma being the first to take it. “I’m Velma, I’ve been friends with Sugar since grade school. This is Faith, she’s our friend. We are all on the cheerleading team with Sugar.” Velma teasingly replied, putting emphasis on Sugar. You glared at her, the look on your face could have knocked her dead as you gritted your teeth. “Well, it’s always a pleasure to meet Sugar’s friends. I gotta go back to the boys, will I see ya later?” His question was towards you, the look in his eyes was like a lovestruck boy who was asking his crush out for the first time.

“Maybe Elvis could take you home, Y/N? I have to take Faith to work after this and then meet my mama down at the church.” You sighed as you nodded your head to Elvis. “I guess you will see me later, Elvis.” He smiled, winking at Velma and Faith before turning back to look at you once more. “Good, I’ll wait for ya outside.” He walked away with a little pep in his step, tossing the football that was in his hands to one of his friends before his body disappeared behind the wall that blocked him from your view. You turned your head back with a glare on your features, throwing the hot fry that was on your plate that was in front of you now at your friend. “It’s very convenient that now you gotta meet your mother at church, bubblehead!” Velma laughed, putting the fry that fell on her plate in her mouth before sticking out her tongue. “I’m just trying to help you out. Faith and I both know that you have a thing for that quarterback of yours.” Lunch with your friends went without interruption, catching up on the latest gossip that spread through your school and friends circle. When Beatrice came up to your table, she didn’t bring the check which was odd to say the least.

“Uh, Beatrice? Where’s our check?” You asked, watching as she collected you and your friends’ plates. “That Elvis boy paid for you and your friends. What a lucky girl you are.” You gasped, looking out of the window of the diner to see Elvis and his friends horsing around before you. He noticed your gaze, winking before turning back to his friends. Velma and Faith both looked at each other, the look of adoration on their faces as they stood up from the booth. You followed suit, hugging them both before they parted from you, sending their thanks to Elvis as they walked by. Elvis’ friends had also left by now, leaving you alone with him. You said your goodbyes to Beatrice, promising to come back to visit again next weekend before you pushed open the diner’s door. “Did I make you wait long?” You asked him, giggling as he leaned against the streetlight. “I could wait forever on ya, mama. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little waiting.” You rolled your eyes at his smooth words, snorting through your nose.

“You sure are smooth, Elvis Presley. I’ll give you that.” You rocked on your heels, looking around at the people who graced the streets. “Where are we going?” You asked, stepping forward as you held onto your clutch. You knew that you had to be home a bit later, but you were hoping that later never came. “I wanna take ya to a spot where I would go when things become too crazy. Nobody knows that it exists.” He pulled his body off of the pole of the streetlight, opening the passenger side door of his cadillac. “And how do I know you’re not kidnapping me and planning on dumping my body somewhere?” You crossed your arms, not impressed with not knowing exactly where you were going. You may have liked him, but your mama didn’t raise a fool. She always told you to make sure that you were safe and you weren’t about to be in the newspaper the next day. “Honey, I would miss you too much to kill ya. I promise you’ll be safe. Do ya trust me?” He asked, maneuvering himself beside the door, leaving room for you to enter.

You slid into the passenger side of his car, leaning over to the other side to unlock his door so that he could get inside. “Lord girl, you’re gonna make me marry ya one day. Out of all the women who rode in this car, you’re the first to unlock the door for me.” You chuckled, shaking your head at him. “Shouldn’t every woman unlock the door for the man who holds the door open for them?” You asked as he peeled from his spot near the diner. The ride was pretty smooth, conversation varying from childhood stories to things that you liked. He was very easy to talk to, most boys around your age only wanted to flirt and try to make moves on you. You didn’t feel that with Elvis, but you weren’t going to jump into conclusions so quickly. As he pulled into a forest-like berth, you immediately noticed a water hole with pretty rocks that littered the river. “It’s beautiful, Elvis. You said you come here often?”

He nodded, turning off his car before reaching in the backseat for a little blanket. “I would come down here when things get stressful, I find that peace and quiet would do the mind some good.” He got out of the car, running around to your side before opening the door for you. One thing that you liked about him was that he was a gentleman, helping you out of the car by the hand as he led you over to a little patch of green that littered the ground. He laid the blanket down, plopping down on it as he laid on his arm. “Well, come here, sugar. I ain’t gonna bite ya.” You scoffed, sitting down on your knees beside him, placing your hands on your lap as you sat next to him. “Ain’t it beautiful? Of course, it’s not as beautiful as you.” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head at him as you looked over at him. The sun shined across his face, giving you a better look at his blue eyes as he looked down at the water.

You could only imagine how much Velma would tease you at how open that Elvis was being with you. You couldn’t help but wonder what his game was, only knowing you for a few days and yet, he was already showing you a private part of his life. “You know? I don’t normally bring women here, I consider this the only thing that I could keep to myself.” It was as if Elvis read your mind, but a part of you was glad that you were the only woman that he would invite into his world. “And what makes me different?” You asked, tilting your head down to look at the boy beside you, sucking in a breath as his blue eyes looked over at you as if he was searching for something deep. “I don’t know that yet, sugar. I only know that you’re different from the girls at my school and I’m sure you are different from the girls that live in this town.” He was right about one thing, you were totally different from the girls who lived in this town because you didn’t throw yourself at any man who showed you a lick of attention.

“Out of all of the girls that you could go for, why me?” You asked him truthfully, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. Elvis looked over you for a while, the glistening of your cocoa complexion from the Memphis sun paired nicely with your amber hues. He could get lost in your eyes forever, only wanting to live to see them every day as long as he lived. “Sugar, you’re unlike any girl that I’ve ever met. You don’t take no shit, pardon the language. I know that we can’t be seen together in public, but I don’t take these segregation laws seriously. Who are they to tell me that I can’t admire a woman because of her skin color?” You nearly choked, eyes widening as he continued to speak. “I wanna court ya the right way. Segregation laws be damned. What do ya say?” He was still staring in your eyes, your heart nearly flying out of your chest as you shook your head. “You must’ve lost your mind, Elvis. You can’t be serious! If they catch you with me, you’ll be in a world of trouble. You have your football career to think about, I’m not worth losing that.”

Elvis took you by the hand, a look of frustration painted over his features before he sat up on the blanket. “Now, listen to me, sugar. I’m serious about this, very serious. I’m not gonna pass up on the only girl who could make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Your skin color doesn’t matter to me, it never will. I’m not saying that I understand the struggle that you are going through because I don’t. I won’t ever understand, but I’m wanting ya to let me in. I’m wanting to struggle beside you, with you. I know we’ve only known each other for only a short few days, but I would be nutty as a fruitcake to let you slip out of my fingers because of some bullshit laws that don’t make a lick of sense.” You would have never guessed that the man that wanted to be serious with you would be a white man, yet alone, willing to go against the law. Your daddy would slap you silly if he was around the two of you and the police wouldn’t be lenient either.

Instead of fighting with him, you nodded your head as you took a deep breath. “Alright, Presley. If you are as serious as you say you are, I’ll let you court me the right way. No funny business or I’m gone.” Elvis smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug before kissing your forehead. “No funny business, I promise ya, sugar.” The sun was beginning to set, so Elvis figured that it was time to take you home. He didn’t want to mess up on the first day of him courting you. As he drove you home, you kept a lookout for any police officers, your fingers picking at the bracelet that your mother had given you before she passed away–a habit that you had picked up after she was gone. He had dropped you off at the normal spot, turning his car off before he turned to face you. “I wanna take you out on a proper date next weekend. Would ya like to go out after my game?”

You nodded your head, agreeing that you would give him a chance to show you how serious he really was. “Would you come to my game too?” You gasped, looking at him as if he was crazy. “Come to your game? Are you sure? Would they even allow me to attend?” You mentally slapped yourself because you knew that they would, you would have to sit in the colored only section, but you were beside yourself believing that you would be allowed to go. “Sugar, you’re thinkin’ too hard on this one. Of course, they will let you come. We are playing Washington Heights, ya familiar with them?” You nodded, staring out of the front window at your house to make sure that your father wasn’t outside. Washington Heights, like Humes, were your school’s rival team, but they weren’t very good.

You knew that Humes would dominate them, so you were excited for the weekend to roll around. Elvis took you out of your thoughts, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “So, I’ll see ya at my game?” You chuckled as you nodded your head firmly. “I’ll be there, you better win too.” You said your goodbyes, exiting his car quickly before briskly walking up to your house. Your father wasn’t home, a relief that washed over you immediately as you decided to get dinner ready for when he would return. As you were chopping up the ingredients needed for dinner, the smile wouldn’t leave your face as you thought about the upcoming date that you were having with Elvis.

The week picked up, the only thing that got you through it was the football game on Friday night. You had told your father that you would be going out with your friends after the game. You hated lying to your father, but if he knew that you were conversing with a white boy, he would skin you on the spot. Friday came quickly, you were standing in your room in the mirror. You decided to wear a blue floral dress, the lace at the bottom of it was surely going to knock Elvis off of his feet. You spent the majority of the time after school straightening your afro, the hair stopping mid shoulders. Your father would be working a little late tonight, which you were extremely grateful for. You grabbed your cheerleading sweater, taking one last check over yourself before you left your house, heading to the stadium where Humes was playing.

You made it before the teams ran on the field, making sure that you got the perfect seat in the segregated area. You noticed Elvis as soon as he ran on the field, his eyes lingering along the crowd. You knew that he couldn’t see you from where you were sitting, but he knew that you were there. The game went well as you knew that it would, with Humes leading by ten points by the time half time rolled around. It was at that moment that Elvis’ eyes laid upon yours, a smile gracing his beautiful lips as he sent a wink in your direction. You squirmed in your seat, heat burning across your body as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You looked around, seeing a few disapproving looks in your direction as they seemed to notice your interaction with him. You gave a look of apologies as you turned to look back at Elvis as he jogged off to huddle in the circle with his fellow football players.

The game picked up soon after, Elvis standing out as he carried the rest of the game with touchdowns like you had never seen. He was on top of his game, you knowing that he wanted to impress you. You were thoroughly impressed; clapping everytime that Humes scored a touchdown. The game ended with Humes coming out on top, staying in your seat as everyone exited the stadium, grimaces covering everyone that sat in your section’s faces. You stayed seated in your seat, covering your arms with your sweater as the weather had suddenly chilled over. Elvis was walking across the field after speaking with his coach, smiling widely as he neared where you were sitting. “I’m glad that you could make it, sugar.” You chuckled, standing up from where you were sitting before leaning over the railing. “I wouldn’t miss you whooping up on Washington Heights for anything in the world. They are some cocky boys.”

Elvis laughed, reaching his hand out to help from the stands as he led you out the stadium. The parking lot was mainly empty at that point, spotting his car at the edge of the lot. He opened the car door to you, allowing you to enter before he walked around the driver’s side. You unlocked his door for him once again, giggling as he looked over at you with a smirk. “You really never fail to amaze me, sugar. I’ve got the best girl in all of Memphis.” You rolled your eyes as he peeled out of the parking lot, heading towards Beale Street. “You’re just saying that, I’m not that great.” Elvis looked over at you, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are better than great, mama. You’re magnificent, you’re beautiful, and I’ll show you just how much.” You ended up at Red’s again, smiling as Beatrice saw you once again. She was thrilled to see that you were with Elvis, shaking her head as you sat in a booth near the back.

Beatrice didn’t need to ask what you wanted, immediately letting the cook know what to prepare. As you waited for your food, Elvis would begin asking about how your week was; making compliments left and right about how beautiful you were. Beatrice appeared with your usual and his, leaving you both to your devices. You could barely finish your meal, the butterflies were competing with the food, so you decided to just sip on your milkshake instead. Elvis, however, finished his food and even asked if he could finish yours. You laughed, pushing your plate towards him. You knew that as an athlete, his appetite was bigger than yours. Beatrice came over with the check, winking down at you as Elvis paid. “You two have a wonderful night and please be safe out there. You two are so cute.” She took the money and the check, disappearing from your sight before you could respond.

“Our usual spot, sugar?” Elvis asked, catching you by surprise before you nodded your head and followed him out of the diner to his car. You arrived at the spot that he had taken you, blanket in his hand as he left his car lights on. You thought that it was beautiful during the day, but now that it was dark out, you were truly blown away. The fireflies that danced in the night were your favorite part. Elvis sat the blanket down on the grass, pulling you down to sit next to him. He was much closer than last time, his arm around your shoulder as he stared out to the water bank. “It’s beautiful out here, Elvis. I don’t know how I’ve never heard of this place, being born and raised in Memphis.” He hummed, his eyes lingering over you. “What? Do I have something on your face?” You grew embarrassed, starting to look away before he stopped you. He moved a stray hair away from your face that blew beneath the breeze before he leaned in, pressing his soft lips on yours.

You would usually pull away and slap the poor man who dared to pull moves on you, but Elvis was different. You leaned into his embrace, melting into his kiss as you held on to his letterman’s jacket. You shivered from the wind, but the heat between you was something that warms you up. Elvis pulled away from you, noticing how much you were shivering. He pulled off his jacket, sitting it across your shoulders as he pulled you into his arms. Nothing could destroy the moment that you were having with him, his scent driving you crazy. As time went on, the only thing that you two would do was share kisses and talk about your dreams. Elvis told you that he wanted to be a singer, if his football career didn’t work out. You were blown away from his revelation, smiling at how dreamily he looked as he talked about his aspirations. “That’s great, Elvis. I hope everything works out for you. You deserve it.” Elvis could say nothing at your words, pulling you on top of him as he laid back on the blanket. His lips captured yours once again, but this time it was heated.

You groaned against his lips, straddling his lap as he moved his hands up your back. “You are really unlike any other woman I’ve ever met. Would– I-I, shit.” He stuttered over his words, his face turning red as a tomato. “Would you be my girl, Y/N?” He asked, his breath blowing in your face. You giggled at his bashfulness, nodding your head as you pressed your lips against his again. “Yes, I’ll be your girl, Elvis.” Everything that you were scared about, everything that worried you, had all disappeared in that moment as you could only focus on Elvis. “I should get you home, but I wanna see ya again, baby.” You nodded immediately, so enamored with him that you would agree with almost anything he asked. He helped you back to his car, throwing the blanket in the backseat as he took you home.

He parked in his normal spot, pulling you into his arms as he pressed his lips to yours one last time before he bid you goodbye. “Goodnight, sugar. Dream of me, okay?” You scoffed, turning away from him as you tried to catch your breath. He was truly different from any other man that you had met, but yet he made you feel like a little school girl who had her first crush. “We will see about that.” You started to take off his jacket, but he stopped you. “Keep it, baby. You’re my girl now.” You nodded, folding the jacket over your arm as you exited the car. He watched you as you walked up to your door, before he pulled away from the street, disappearing from your view. You sighed dreamily, opening the front door before stopping dead in your tracks. Your father was home and he looked upset. “Where have you been, Y/N?” He asked, tapping his foot as his arms crossed. “I told you that I was out with Velma, daddy. We went down to Red’s for dinner.”

“I called Velma because you left your clutch at home. She told me that she wasn’t with you. Try again.” You mentally cursed Velma, mentally noting to tell her off when you saw her at school on Monday. “And who was that white boy out there? Y/N, you know better than to be dealing with the whites!” Your daddy raised his voice at you, never having done so before. You sucked in a breath, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Daddy! There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing. Those damned segregation laws are the problem! Elvis is sweet and you would like him! He’s a gentleman and he likes me for me, he doesn’t see color and neither do I.” Your daddy was shocked, pacing around the room at that time. You had never seen him so angry before, but you knew that he would eventually find out so it was better to rip the bandaid off now. “Do you know that if the law saw you out with that boy, you would be in trouble? Or worse, you would be killed?! I know you think that you’re doing nothing wrong, little bee, but you are breaking the law! Elvis is breaking the law! I will not have my daughter arrested or killed because of some high school love that won’t even last after you graduate! You’re not seeing him anymore, do you understand me?!”

“Daddy! I like him! I will see him again and there’s nothing that you can do to stop me! I’m not fighting with you about love when you were barely home while mama was laying in her bed withering away.” You screamed back at him, the tears flowing from your eyes as you let out every built up emotion that you bottled up. “I loved your mother, Y/N! I had to work to pay the bills and her hospital fees! You were only a child so you couldn’t work and she damn sure couldn’t work with all of the pain that she was in! You’re not seeing that Elvis boy again and I mean it!” You glared at him, brushing past him as you stormed up to your room, slamming the door after you. You laid on the bed as you sobbed into his jacket, his scent lulling you to sleep.

You spent the weekend up in your room, not wanting to speak to your father after the argument that you had with him. Monday finally rolled around; you stalked up to your locker as you saw Velma and Faith walking up to you. Velma wore a look of regret on her face, but you were so worn out that you didn’t have it in you to tell her off. Instead, you ignored her, stalking off to your first class. Once school was over, Velma pulled you aside as the students piled out of the building. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know that your daddy would call about your purse. I didn’t know what to say, it just slipped out.” She held your hand as Faith wrapped her arms around you. You said nothing, only sobbing as they pulled you into a hug. “He’s not letting me see Elvis anymore. I like him a lot, y’all. I don’t know what to do.” Velma pulled away from you, something flashing over her eyes before she masked it.

“I have an idea. Do you trust me, Y/N?” You nodded your head as you listened to her tell her plan. The rest of the week, you ignored your father, coming home from school going straight into your room for the rest of the day. Friday finally came and it was the time that Humes would play your school once again. You told your daddy that you were going to your game, he could only tell you to be careful as he knew that you were still upset with him. You weren’t really into your cheer routine, only stealing lingering glances in Elvis’ direction as he moved around the field. When half time rolled around, he walked over to you, a smile on his face. You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “What’s wrong, sugar? Are ya okay?” You shook your head, a stray tear falling down your cheek as you looked down at the ground. “My daddy knows about us. He won’t let me see you again.” Elvis sighed, knowing that the inevitable was coming. He knew that your father was worried about those laws, worried that his little girl would be in trouble for even looking at him.

“Don’t worry, sugar. Nothing will keep us from seeing each other, I’ll make sure of it.” You didn’t know what he meant, but you nodded your head as you held his hand in yours. Velma ran over to you, pulling you away from Elvis as her head turned towards police officers who were entering the stadium. “I’ll see ya later, sugar. Velma and I have a plan.” He raced back over to his side, sending a wink into your direction. As the game continued on, you could only think about the plan that Velma had concocted with your boyfriend. The game ended with Humes of course winning, but you didn’t care because you were anxious to see him again. Velma waited with you in the parking lot, tugging you towards Elvis as he walked out of the stadium with his things. “What is this plan that you two have? I can’t take the suspense.” Elvis wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed your cheek.

“You’re coming with me to this party that my friends are throwing. There will be black folks there so don’t worry.” He smiled, Velma squealing as she looked over at you. “You must be crazy. My daddy will-,” Velma swatted at you, pushing you towards the car. “Come on, girl. Let loose for once. Your daddy will be fine.” You nodded as you got into the car with Velma, waiting for Elvis. The three of you peeled out of the parking lot, heading to the destination that the party was going to be held. The house was pretty huge, but Elvis wasn’t bluffing when he said that there would black people there. As you entered the house with them, you noticed a few people from your school and Washington Heights mingling with white people from Humes. Velma disappeared from beside you, mingling with one of Elvis’ friends as Elvis pulled you along with him through the crowd of people.

His friends roared with cheers as he neared them, passing a cup to him before smiling in your direction. “Red, George, this is my girl, Y/N. Y/N, this is Red West and George Klein, my good friends from Humes.” You waved hello, shyly looking away from them to take in the environment that you were in. As the party went on, your nerves went away as you decided to enjoy the party with Elvis. Elvis pulled you to the dancefloor, wrapping his arms around your waist as I’m In The Mood by John Lee Hooker played through the speakers. The music moved through your body, wrapping your arms around Elvis as you grind your body against him. He held on to your waist, your hips dipping slightly as the dancing around you was provocative. You turned around, arm still wrapped around his neck as your body slid down his body. Your breath hitched as his hips pressed firmly against your ass, rolling his hips against you as his raspy breath fanned on your neck. It was pure sex, the feeling of being so close to Elvis made you feel invigorated.

When the song ended, you heard Velma cough from beside you as she winked in your direction, dancing with one of his friends. Elvis turned you around to face him, pressing his lips to yours as a slow song played over the speakers. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, swaying with him as your lips moved over his. You were happy, truly overjoyed that you agreed to come to this party with him. “I think I’m fallin’ in love with ya, sugar.” He whispered against your lips as you stared into his eyes. “I think I am too, Elvis. I think I am too.” The moment didn’t last long as the door pushed open, police running into the house. Elvis took you by the hand, leading you towards the back of the house. Everyone was scrambling to get out of the house, officers grabbing a few people from Washington Heights, batons in hand. You were truly scared, looking up at Elvis as he looked down at you with his own fear across his features.

“Elvis, what are we gonna do?” You heard Velma scream as a police officer grabbed her by the arm. You ran up towards Velma, placing your hand into hers as you tried to pull her away. The police officer raised his baton at the two of you, a scream leaving your lips as you knew that this was it. Elvis appeared by your side, pushing the police officer away from you as he took you by the hand, running out of the house. Velma was behind you, her dress ripped from the altercation. “Get in the car, Velma. Sugar, get in the car!” Elvis screamed, hopping into his cadillac as he peeled from the house. Velma was in the backseat crying softly while the ride was silent. You were deathly afraid, knowing that as long as you were around Elvis; there wouldn’t be peace for either of you. Elvis placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand as he looked at you.

He dropped Velma off at her house, her eyes showing sorrow at the scene that unfolded tonight, telling you that she would see you at school the next day. You nodded, pulling her into a hug before she went inside of her house. “I don’t think you should go home, sugar. The police will probably be looking for you.” He sighed, before finishing what he was saying. “Me too.” He peeled off towards Beale, the night seemingly dragging on as the two of you were like fugitives on the run. He managed to find a hotel in Beale, checking in as he led your shaking form to the room. “What are we gonna do, Elvis? I’m sure that we are gonna be in a world of trouble when our families realize that we are together.” Elvis shook his head as he sat on the bed, sighing out. “My parents are going to be more worried about me being out all night. They don’t like these laws either, sugar. Besides, I told them about ya already. They only want me to be happy, they don’t care what color you are.”

Elvis seemed angry, quite fed up about the events that happened but he was more worried about you. He pulled you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked up at you. “Let’s just wait it out here, sugar. I’ll take ya home in the morning.” You nodded your head, putting the thought of the anger that your father would have at the back of your mind. You looked down at him, his blue eyes burning a fire inside of you as you leaned down to kiss his lips. He returned your kiss, moving his hand up your thigh as he laid you back on the bed. Your lips moved against him as he crawled on top of you, the heat of the moment mixed with the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins pushed you forward as you moaned against his mouth. He slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you as his hands moved slowly up your dress. You weren’t worried or scared about what would happen between you as your fingers unbuttoned his shirt. You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, his soft skin burning under your touch.

He pushed your dress up your hips, moving his lips from yours as he kissed down your jawline before reaching your neck. You moaned out in pleasure, running your fingers down his shoulders as you tilted your head back to allow him more access to your skin. “Are you sure you wanna do this, sugar? We can stop, I-I ain’t trying to take advantage of ya.” You pressed your finger against his lip to stop him from speaking as you nodded your head. “I’m ready, Elvis. I love you.” You whispered as he looked into your eyes again before he moved your finger from his lips. He pressed chaste kisses to your fingers before he kicked his shoes off of his feet, helping you take your dress off of your body. You pressed your lips to his once again, the passion burning as he took in your body.

“You’re so beautiful, sugar. So beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled down your panties from your hips, throwing them on the floor where his shirt lay. He sucked in a breath, eyes widening at how beautiful you looked. He kissed down your body, pulling your legs up to lay over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of the bed. He kissed your thighs softly, nipping and biting at your skin. “You taste so sweet, baby. Everything that I’ve ever wanted.” His tongue ran a stripe across your pussy, a long moan passing your lips as you threw your head back in ecstasy. He moaned against your pussy, tongue circling around your throbbing bud as he slid one of his fingers inside of you. The burning sensation took your breath away, but it wasn't as overwhelming as you thought it would be. He groaned at how tight you felt around his finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly.

You gasped as he wrapped his lips around your bud, sucking softly as he continued fingering you. “Elvis, please. I need more.” You whimpered as he pulled away from you, looking into your brown eyes as he nodded his head. He stood up from his position on the floor, unbuckling his trousers as he slid them off of his body. Your eyes widened at the bulge that was prevalent in his underwear. He pulled his underwear down, discarding it to the side before he climbed on top of you. His lips pressed to yours in a soft kiss, humming against your lips as he continued staring into your eyes. You were falling into a sea of love, nothing could get you out. He aligned himself at your entrance, pushing slowly inside of you. You hissed out in pain, the burning sensation now overwhelming you as you held on to his shoulders. His hands caressed your body, lips peppering kisses along your jaw as he pushed into you to the hilt. He didn’t move, in fact, he waited for you to tell him that you were ready.

The burning didn’t last long, turning into pleasure as he was inside. You nodded your head, giving him the green light to continue. He slowly grinds his hips against you, his cock buried deep inside of you as he laces his fingers with yours. He was sensual, eyes darkening as he moved his hips slowly inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting his body closer to you. He moaned in your ear, pressing kisses to your ear lobe before he whispered that he loved you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as his words touched your heart. “Faster please, Elvis.” You whined, squeezing at his hands. He sped up his thrusts, his eyes still staring into yours as he smiled softly. There was no place he would rather be than with you, his smile sending butterflies into your soul. He grunted out in pleasure, not sure if he would be able to last. He didn’t want to hurt you, ensuring that with every thrust that you were comfortable.

You moaned out in pleasure, pulling your hands from his before placing them on his cheeks. You pulled him down to kiss him, groaning out in pleasure as he hit spots that you didn’t know felt so good. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love you and I’ll protect you with everything that I got.” He whispered against your lips as he continued his thrusts inside of you. The love that you shared at that moment was beautiful, not once thinking about the consequences that being with each other held. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Is that alright?” He asked, pulling away from your lips as his hips stayed at the same pace. “That’s alright baby, me either.” The coil in your stomach was pulling apart, your world spiraling as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly, pressing your lips to his once again as he chased his own pleasure.

Elvis grunted as he came shortly after, covering your walls with his essence as he kissed you firmly. “God, I love you, baby. I love you so much.” He whispered as he came down from his high, pulling you into his arms as the both of you laid in the bed, spent and madly in love with one another. The silence in the room was oddly comforting to you, almost as if you were at home with Elvis. Elvis looked over at you with a weak smile on his face, kissing your forehead as he thought about what laid in the next few days for the both of you after tonight was over. “I think I should talk to your father about us. I know you don’t wanna hear that, sugar but I love ya. I think that he should hear it from me.” You were stunned, but nevertheless, you agreed.

The next morning, you and Elvis headed to your house. You were sure that your father was angry, his daughter wasn’t home. You took him by the hand as you walked with him to your front door. The front door swung open before you could open it, the look on your father’s face was a look of relief that you were safe. He looked over at Elvis, eyes widening as he looked back at you with disbelief on his features. “Y/N, you deliberately disobeyed me and you didn’t come home last night. I was worried sick!” He glared at you. “Daddy, I was out with Elvis and Velma last night after the game. We went to a party, but the police broke it up. Elvis figured we would be safe somewhere until they were off of our trail.” Your daddy walked inside of the house, not saying a word. You looked at Elvis as you led him inside. “I know I’m not gonna be able to keep you away from him, little bee. But, you have to be careful.” He sobbed from the chair as he put his face in his hands.

Elvis stood in front of your father, getting down on his knee as he was face to face with him. “Sir, I want to apologize. It was my fault that all of this happened, but I’m serious when I say that I love your daughter. You may not think that we don’t know anything about love, that we are young. But, I love her. I have never loved anybody like this other than my mother.” Your father’s eyes looked up at Elvis, shaking his head. “What are you gonna do when the police find out about the two of you? How–How are you gonna keep my little girl safe?” His voice broke as he stared down the man that you loved. “Sir, I will put my life on the line for your daughter. I know you’re worried about these laws that they have in place, but I am willing to fight beside her for as long as I live. The laws won’t stop me from seeing her. I won’t stop seeing her, I love her. I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting her in harm's way, but it ain’t ever happening again.”

You sat on the other side of your father, rubbing his back as he sobbed in his hands. “I promised her mother that I would protect her. This world isn’t safe for people like us, Elvis. You can walk and do as you please, but not little bee. She’s judged everyday for her skin and it wasn’t even her fault.” Elvis sighed as he patted your father’s knee. “Sir, I can’t speak for others but for me, I don’t see color. My family doesn’t see color. We were raised in black neighborhoods because we are poor. We are no better to them than leeches, but I want to give your daughter a better life. We will fight for people to see that love doesn’t know color or money. Even if we are poor for the rest of our lives, Y/N will never have to want for anything. I’ll work my fingers to the bone to assure you and her that I can take care of her and love her properly.”

Your father nodded his head as he looked over at you. “Is this what you want, little bee?” His eyes from the tears in his eyes as he waited for your response. “I want to be with Elvis, daddy. I love him and he loves me. I don’t care about what people think about us, I just want to be happy. I know that mama would want me to be happy and I know that you do too.” He stared at you for a while before looking over at Elvis who looked scared at what would come out of this conversation. “Alright Elvis, you best protect my little girl or I will take her back from you and you will never see her again.” He put his hand out, Elvis shaking it firmly as he nodded his head. “I will protect her as long as I live, sir. Thank you for trusting me with her.” Your father stood up from his chair, patting Elvis on this shoulder before kissing your forehead. “I’m going to bed, I’ve been up all night wondering where you’ve been. I’m tired.” He weakly said as he disappeared from the room, leaving you in the living room with Elvis.

Elvis sighed out as he pulled you into his arms. “What happens now, Elvis?” You asked, nuzzling your face into his chest. “We will have to begin the fight for our love, sugar. I graduate next year, so I want to marry you. I know that we can’t get married here, but we can go anywhere that will allow us to get married. I wanna pick up music, but I will work until something happens. I just wanna take care of ya.” He placed his lips on yours as he held you in his arms. You were afraid, not sure how you could pull this off but you didn’t question it. All you could do was wait until Elvis graduated next year to see how your life with him would begin. You were willing to wait as long as you could, willing to put up with the stupid segregation laws until it was time. As long as you had Elvis, you could wait as long as time permitted. “I love you, sugar. I’ll do anything to pledge my love to ya. Football doesn’t mean a thing to me now that I have you.” You nodded your head as you held onto him and he held onto you.

True enough, Elvis graduated the following year. He took up a job at Crown Electric as an apprentice electrician. He even decided to go record a few songs down at Sun Records. You and your father had grown close with his family, having dinners at their home. His mother, Gladys, adored you. She even told Elvis that she didn’t want any other girl to be her daughter other than you. One summer day, Elvis told you to dress in something white. You didn’t know what he had planned, but he did. You two made the long trip up to Ohio for the weekend, where he made true to his promise to make you his wife. You still had to keep it secret, the only people knowing that you were marrying were his family, your father, and your friends Velma and Faith. You were happy, finishing high school the following year as Elvis was starting to gain traction with his music. You moved into his new home with his family, leaving your father scared about letting his little girl go.

You were sad to leave him behind, but he wasn’t far from you. Elvis did everything that he promised your father, never letting you have to want for anything. You stayed at home with Gladys, keeping up the home like a good little housewife. Elvis was happy that everything was going according to his plan, showing you everyday how much he loved and cherished you. Time would change, you would like to believe. You didn’t know how long it would take, but you were willing to wait to finally be able to be in public with your husband, share in his newfound stardom. For now, you would be happy to stay at home while he was out ensuring that his family was taken care of. As long as you had Elvis, time could continue ticking forward. You had all the time in the world to be with him and that was what kept pushing you on.

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1:02

'This song is about a girl [friend] that I had. She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I loved her but she didn’t feel the same way. I don’t even think she knew I loved her. This song is about the times I had with her. As she and I became close friends, we had traditions. It was kinda like our thing, y'know? We’d somehow always coincidentally be out at exactly 1:02AM, so that was our thing. Now whenever I’m awake at 1:02AM, I think of her and I let her go.'

102 (Acoustic) - The 1975

She doesn't know.

Doesn’t know what it does to him when she thieves the cigarette right from out of his mouth. Doesn’t know how hard his heart pounds when she settles in closer, when her knee touches his own. Doesn’t see the way he watches her grin, eyes always catching.

Doesn’t realise how far gone he is now. She doesn’t know.

“Guess what time it is then.” She says to him, smiling coyly while her eyes dance over the expression he wears. They’re at the common again, she’s sat close enough that her arm brushes his whenever she rants, and he can’t find it in him to pull away. It's a little masochistic.

He gifts her a glance, then pretends to look away because what she doesn’t know is that he can still see her just in the corner of his eye. The corner of his mind. “Ask a better question.”

“Awh, come on!” She complains around a hearty chuckle, nudging him with her elbow just as he takes another drag. He’d brought ten on his way over, only had about four left now. The thought had him wondering how far he could stretch them, how far he could keep her for. “It’s our thing, don’t ruin it by bein’ a prat.”

He snorts, blowing out smoke with it, then he rolls his eyes. “One, oh three.”

She narrows her eyes in turn, “You’re actually a proper dickhead.”

He grins, can feel the stretch of it even as tries to dampen it. She reaches out then, stealing the fag for herself. She looks maddening in that moment, in this light, and he hates himself for thinking it, and for the way he watches her lips wrap around his cigarette, cause he knows it’s the only that way theirs would ever meet. Around the butt of a shared smoke.

“Wanna know who I saw earlier anyway, when I was out with our Kirsty?” She continues on, always so oblivious to his state of mind.

“Go on then.” He replies, picking at a fray in his jeans to keep from wanting to touch. Though he can already guess who.

“Fucking Dean.” And yeah, there it is. He prods her for his cigarette back and she gives him it, already yapping away again, completely unaware of how his entire being has slumped at the name.

Dean Willis was a right cunt. A mug amongst mugs, in truth. He’d been in the year above them at school, threw a couple good parties in his time, and had played for the local rugby team. He’d moved down south to try and make it big, but he’d heard Dean was back home when talking with Ross the other day. He hadn’t said a thing to her about it, hoping that the prick was just stopping in to see his mum.

“.. and he had the nerve to just smile when he passed us by, said ‘alright’ and then carried on!" Matty tunes back in to hear her complain, smiling softly when he sees the way her nose has scrunched up unhappily and how she’s now gesturing this way and that. “You believe that? After what we had and what he did, he just swans back in with an alright! He’s a right cunt is what he is.”

Ha. He takes another drag before passing it back off to her.

“What you smiling about anyway?” She tuts, rolling her eyes at him before she finishes off the embering end.

“Nothing,” He answers, still smiling yes, he knows, but he can’t seem to help it. “Just like seeing you all riled up.”

She glares but concedes easily enough, the beginnings of a smile wilting her stern frown. She knocks their shoulders together, “He just pisses me off is all. That, and the fact that he’s back for good. Upped and left without a second thought to what it’d do to-”

He stopped listening after that. Back for good, she’d said. What the fuck did that mean for them then, for him? Back for good. He was stuck on it.

By the time he made it in that night, it was gone three. He’d wandered about outside for a bit after dropping her off home, chuckling away to himself when he’d watched her shuffle up to her bedroom window, before finally slipping his way through his own front door.

His dad is away in Spain again, filming, but he knows his mum's around, he’d seen her earlier that morning, so he has to be quiet getting in. Though it isn't all that hard, not when he’s had years of practice.

He makes his way through the kitchen, grabbing at whatever leftovers his mum had left when she’d gone out for dinner and then shuffles his way up the stairs. Lou’s room is right by the landing so he treads a little lighter there and closes his own bedroom door with a quiet click, glad for the ability to finally shuck off his jeans.

By the time he’s stuck the stereo on low and settled himself on the end of his bed to eat, he's all but ready to pass the fuck out. Knows he shouldn’t though, that he should have something more than a pack of fags for tea, but he hardly ever feels tired. And it’s the drowsy sort, the kind he knows will knock him out instead of coercing him under the covers only to plague him with another fit of insomnia.

He chews on a few bites, his stomach hungry for it but the thought of sleep turning it all to mush in his mouth. He gets up to throw it down onto his desk, figures he’ll deal with it tomorrow or when it gets all grim and his mum complains about a smell.

But before he can turn around again, he spots the shirt hanging off the back of the chair there. The same one she’d stolen and sported the last time she’d been round. When she’d fallen asleep on his bed whilst watching a film and he’d been left to keeping quiet in the dark in hopes not to wake her.

He stills for a long second, then almost unconsciously sees his hand reaching out to grasp it. Her perfume flutters at the movement, filling his head, and so he doesn’t really feel his feet start to move, or the way he falls to sit down on the edge of his bed. Contemplating what to do with it, to do with himself.

An itch gnaws at him, the voice in the back of his head telling him to phone her because it simply wants to hear her voice. But he knows she’ll be asleep, it’s closer to four than three now.

He clutches at the shirt and thinks back to tonight, how she’d complained for ages and he’d just listened, to the promise of her buying the first round this Friday when they all went out, to her shoes and how they’re fucking worn to bits but also her only favourites.

Sleep crowds the edges of his mind but all he’s got are words now filling up his head, so he keeps the shirt close, even as he gets up to grab his guitar and then settle back on the bed. Lets it sit in his lap whilst he plucks at strings. Thoughts of her filling his room.

“You, you, you..”

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Can't Love You in the Dark || Doctor Strange x reader

Word count: 4K Genre: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, sad ending Warning: References to Multiverse of Madness (Wedding but its yours and Stephen's), Bridgeton Wedding Scene Inspired, description of panic attack. Brief Story Summary: It's you and Stephen's wedding day, a groomsman overheards Stephen's conversation with Christine and tells you. Everything goes south from there. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: Angst anyone? Inspired by Adele's song 'Love in the Dark' Edwina and Anthony's wedding, and from a youtube comment I found while listening to classical music.

"My little girl, oh you look beautiful." Your mother said, with tears of joy in her eyes as she carefully placed a family heirloom tiara over the crown of your head, “It was like only yesterday when you would beg me to try this on and now it’s yours.”

You looked over at your mother with a wide, cheerful smile and said, “Oh Mom, don’t cry or you’ll make me cry.” You hugged your mother’s side, who gently dabbed her cheeks.

Today, your life will change forever, today you seal the bond of lifelong love and commitment with your future husband. You’ve dreamt of this day ever since you were little, you would always be the bride and your cousin would always play the groom, two little girls who dream of finding the one when they grow up.

Your cousin, Diane, passes a box of tissues to your mother, “Here— before we all start crying if the bride does cry.” She winked at you. Diane looked at you and fixed your flyaway baby hairs, “Stephen’s a very lucky man, I swear if I don’t see a tear in his eye when you walk down the aisle, I’ll reset everything until he does.”

Everyone in the room laughed, except you, who just smiled. You counted your bridesmaids and noticed you were missing one, Christine.

“Where’s Christine?” You asked the rest of your friends.

“Oh she went out to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, she’ll be back.” Katie answered, and not long after, Christine walked in, looking a bit stupefied and puzzled since everyone was looking at her when she walked in.

“Why’s everyone looking at me?” She asked out of curiosity, feeling a bit uncomfortable that all eyes were on her and sluggishly sat down on the sofa beside the girls.

“Oh nothing, we were just wondering where you were.” You shrugged and smiled at her. It was hard to keep that smile stitched on your lips, especially when you know Stephen is in the same building.

“I just went to the bathroom.” She explained, her head wobbling.

A soft knock on the door was followed by the loving voice of Stephen’s mother, who came from behind the door, “Knock, knock, may we come in?”

“Ah, the in-laws are here. I’ll get the door, honey.” Your father brushed his hand over your shoulder and opened the door, allowing Stephen's parents in.

Beverly Strange gasped when she saw your reflection in the mirror, covering her mouth as she walked towards you with her husband, Eugene, “Look at you. Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May.”

“You do.” Eugene added with a nod, he was a respectable man with a few words.

Your parents, especially your father, whom you took the most after, smiled proudly.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Strange.” You shifted your eyes down shyly.

“Oh darling, please call us Mom and Dad, you’ll be joining our little family soon.” Beverly waved her hands dismissively.

“How’s Stephen?” Your father changed the subject, your ears perked up since you’ve been dying to know what he’s been up to since you haven’t seen him for twenty-four hours.

“Oh you know, he’s acting like he’s got a worm in his bottom, couldn’t stay still. It’s good that you haven’t left your room, (Y/N), because he’s been going out on walks. ” Beverly widened her eyes and shook her head at her son’s behaviour.

You pressed your lips together and nodded, ‘There was definitely a chance—No. Stop overthinking, they’re just friends, she’s in a relationship with Charlie, and you’re the one getting married to Stephen.”

Your father laughed, a laugh that came from his belly, which brought you out of your trance, “I could relate to that—as long as he doesn’t get cold feet!”

Diane chuckled at the way your father related maybe a bit too much to Stephen. She noticed your sunken mood and nudged your shoulders, whispering, “You good?”

“Yeah, never better.” You lied.

"Alright, we'd better get going before Stephen comes back to his room, we just wanted to check on the beautiful bride. We’ll see you later, honey.” Beverly and Eugene waved goodbye as they exited through the door. You heard Beverly gushing over you as they left.

Before your father could close the door, Leon, one of Stephen’s groomsmen and a former colleague in Metro-General Hospital, burst in, almost hitting your dad with the door, “Oh— Jesus.”

“OH! I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t realise you were there,” Leon apologised, then checked to see if he was alright.

“Leon, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.” You told him wide-eyed.

“I need to speak with you,” He looked around the room, “In private, if that’s possible.” You noticed his eyes flickered quickly at Christine, who was looking away from the man, her lips pressed together.

Your eyes panned across the room as your guests waited for you to give them permission or not, “Sure.”

With that, everyone got up and left the room in a line, Leon squeezed past the guests and sat on the sofa, looking like he'd been itching for a while to say something. You swivelled your chair to face the man who seemed to be working out how to start.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked.

“Um, so– (Y/N), Stephen is one of my best mates, I really respect him as Doctor and as a man. You and Christine are my greatest friends as well–” Leon began, trying hard not to jumble his words.

“Just tell me what I don't know, Leon.” You politely cut him off and the man sighed, opening his mouth but no words seemed to be coming out.

“First of all, I don’t want to over-step a line. I’m clearly risking a lot of my friendships here, but I think it’s safe to say that if you’re left in the dark, it’s very unfair for you.” His gaze remained on the ground, but he glanced up at you as soon as he finished speaking.

When he mentioned Stephen and Christine in the same sentence, your jaw clenched and you could feel your pulse beginning to rise. You didn’t say anything and just waited for him to continue. You were afraid to open your mouth, in case you might say something you couldn’t take back.

“I was looking for Stephen, since he’s been wandering. He’s very nervous, you see, and I understand that, I was the same when I got married but-”

There it was, the one word you dreaded to hear, but.

“—But as I almost turned the corner, I found Stephen and Christine having a conversation. I thought nothing of it, I knew they remained friends, after you know— Anyway, I don’t know what came over me, I chose to stay and listen.”

Leon stepped back behind the wall as he eavesdropped on Stephen and Christine’s conversation. His brows furrowed while trying hard to hear that the couple were talking about.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation, Stephen, it’s your wedding day for crying out loud. This is very disrespectful to (Y/N).” Christine yelled in a whisper, looking around from time to time.

“I know, but I just need to get this off my chest—” Stephen paused and held Christine’s hand lightly, “I never stopped caring about what we had and there are times I wish it would’ve been different but in order to protect you, I must make sacrifices.”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, feeling absolutely gobsmacked by what he was hearing from his former colleague, "Stephen, you absolute doughnut.” He whispered to himself.

Christine closed her eyes and shook her head, “Jesus Stephen— What we had? It was never going to work. You always had to be the one holding the knife, and I respected that, but I couldn’t love you for it. Now, (Y/N), she loves you very much regardless. Do you know how much it will hurt her if she finds out you still feel this way?”

Stephen clenched his jaw because she was right, “I know.”

“I’m really happy with Charlie, Stephen. And you’re getting married to an angel who loves you unconditionally, don’t do this to her, and for the love of god, open your eyes. You need to be up front with her about what you're hiding. This isn’t good enough to wait until now, ” Christine paused and sighed, trying to recollect her thoughts, “Are you happy with her?”

“Yes.” Stephen answered without hesitation, “I love her, I’d do anything for her, but at the same time, I feel like there’s something miss–”

Christine cut him off and gave Stephen stern advice, “This is where you need to reconsider going through with this wedding, Stephen, it’s selfish and unfair if you think marrying her will solve your personal issues— I have to go, this is making me sick.” Christine chose to leave, but turned around when she noticed Leon lurking behind the corner eavesdropping on their conversation. She shook her head at him as if she was instructing him to back off and let Stephen figure out what he needed to do.

You listened seriously to Leon's account of what he witnessed. You gave no indication of the feelings you were experiencing with your face, but on the inside, you were a roaring hurricane.

“I appreciate you telling me about this, Leon, and I know that you meant this with good intentions, but I think you should’ve left it for Stephen to tell me.” You responded with an unnatural level of composure, yet despite this, Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on edge.

“I’m sorry, I just— I had a feeling he wasn’t going to tell you.” Leon reasoned in a low voice.

“If Stephen needed to tell Christine that, to get it out of his chest, then so be it. I wasn’t born yesterday, I could see it in his eyes that he still cares.” You confessed to your friend. You were experiencing such a wide range of feelings that you weren't sure which ones to express first. It's likely that the embarrassment you felt in front of Leon, was the one that affected you the most. It was the day of your wedding, and your future husband was busy venting to his ex-girlfriend about how he felt about her.

“(Y/N), it’s time.” The event manager firmly knocked on the door and then entered and was a bit surprised to have found Leon there with you, “Sir, you need to get to the wedding hall now.” She instructed, and Leon stood up instantly, leaving the room looking very concerned. As soon as Diane saw the emotions on both your faces, she immediately realised something was wrong.

•••

You were unable to stop fidgeting as you stood behind closed doors. You felt a surge of anxiety sweep over you from the apex of your heart down to your toes. Your parents were beginning to worry about you due to the fact that your whole aura had shifted ever since Leon walked in and spoke to you.

“Honey, what’s wrong? You’re restless. ” Your mother took you by the arms and squeezed them gently, trying to soothe you.

“What did your friend say to you? You seem detached ever since.” Your father studied your sullen face and when you didn’t answer, he pulled you into a hug, “Whatever it is, just know that we’re here for you okay love?”

You nodded and spoke quietly, “I’m just feeling nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry.” You told a white lie to not worry your parents further.

Your mother and father took their positions beside you as the pianist began playing your entrance song. You were now the centre of everyone’s attention, white rose petals fell from the ceiling as you made your way down the aisle with your parents. You found Stephen standing handsomely and waiting for you on the other side, you had the illusion that time was moving more slowly as you kept direct eye contact from behind your veil. There tears were beginning to spring from his eyes, but that little seed of doubt in you wondered if they were for you. He smiled at you, but you couldn't put a smile on your face since you were absorbed in your feelings and thoughts.

Your father's eyes became reddened as you reached the altar as a result of the tears he had been crying, especially now that he had to hand you over to Stephen. Before taking a seat, he extended a shoulder pat to the other person and then gave him a short hug, after which your mother offered him her handkerchief.

The wedding officiant stood between you and Stephen, reading the opening lines by welcoming your friends and family. The officiant’s voice began to sound like a blur; you couldn’t pay much attention as you found it hard to keep yourself out of your trance-like state.

You raised your eyes to look at Stephen, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't fixating his eyes on you. You momentarily diverted your eyes to Leon, who was wearing a disappointed frown and avoiding eye contact with you. It was unmistakable who Stephen was staring at intently over your shoulder, so there was no need for you to turn around to find out for yourself. Your eyes traveled down his wrist and also noticed that he wore that god damn watch.

As the raging tempest inside you became more intense, you had to exert more effort to breathe. You tighten your grip on the flower bouquet in your hand, and the skin on your knuckles begins to turn white as you struggle to maintain your calm compusure in front of your friends and family.

“Do you Stephen Vincent Strange take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked Stephen.

As soon as the officiant had finished asking the question, Stephen's gaze quickly darted towards you, “I do.”

The officiant turned to you and began asking the same question. You felt your mouth become dry as the pounding of your heart became too intense for your liking, your breathing became laboured as you tried to breathe in air breath after breath; the air felt empty of oxygen and you started to feel dizzy. As you began to feel as if the walls were closing in on you, your eyesight started to get hazy.–

You had not spoken to the officiant for more than 10 seconds, and from the viewpoint of the guest, you were simply gazing straight ahead as though you were in a trance.

Your family watched you with complete alarm and felt the need to rush up to you and give you a hug, but they were unable to do so, “C’mon baby, say something.” your Dad whispered under his breath.

“Ms. (L/N)?” The officiant called your name, which grabbed your attention. Your head whipped towards him with a gasp for air like you’d been pulled out of water, “Do you take Mr. Stephen Strange to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I…” Your voice drifted off as you swept your gaze over the room, which was packed with visitors waiting for your response. You cast your gaze across to Stephen, who seemed to be in the greatest distress possible, “I...”

“Do.” Stephen mouthed the word towards you.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You threw away your bouquet and lifted the layers of lace as you sprinted down the aisle of the wedding hall. The train of your dress scraped the ground as you fled out of there, which left Stephen and the rest of the guests feeling astounded.

“Stephen! What are you doing just standing there? Go after her!” Beverly scolded her son out of his state of shock and Stephen sprinted past your family, who were also on their way to get you.

•••

You found yourself in the safety of your bridal room and began pacing. You couldn’t believe you just ran out and left Stephen hanging in front of the altar. You heard the door crash and lock behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Stephen gasping for air with his face reddened and an expression that made it apparent he was not pleased.

His long strides approached you quicker than you’d like, and he held your cheeks in his hand, “Why?” Stephen intended to ask more, but that was the only thing that his mouth allowed him to say.

You pushed away and stepped back, “Don’t come any closer.” You extend your arm out to prevent him from entering your comfort zone.

“Okay, I won’t.” He stood his ground and gave you what you wanted, “But can you at least explain what just happened?”

Your were trying to find the words but your erratic breathing made it difficult to utter a word, “Why don’t you explain it to me, Stephen? Why were your eyes on someone else and why are you wearing that fucking watch?” You glared at him and the watch.

Stephen became self-aware and covered the watch with his hand and sighed heavily, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how, when or where to start.”

“I’ll start for you, I’m not dumb, okay Stephen? I know you and Christine had history and you still cared for her, but putting your attention on her and wearing that watch on our wedding day? I mean, as if it wasn't bad enough that you were pouring your secret feelings for Chrstine behind my back. But I had to find out about it from Leon, who couldn't wait to throw it in my face, mind you. I was so humiliated.” You started it for him, you hated the fact that you were soft-spoken, you wanted to scream at him so badly.

“Leon told you—” Stephen sighed some more, “(Y/N), I love and care for Christine as a friend, why would I be standing in that altar if I felt otherwise?”

“You can get married to someone just to fill the void and be in love with someone else Stephen, it happens more often than you think, I just couldn’t believe that it was going to happen to me.” You gave a very tiny inclination to your head, and the pace of your words sped up a little bit.

“Christ, clearly Leon misunderstood everything he had heard!”

“Liar.” You called him out, Stephen blinked, trying his best not to lose his temper, “This was nothing more than an attempt to please your ego, wasn’t it?”

“What?” Stephen scowled at you, his hands now resting on his waist.

You looked at any part of the room but him, “I mean, you didn't even have the courtesy to fix your fucking issues before diving into a new relationship? This entire honesty charade has fooled me, and I'm ashamed to admit it. Just leave, the sight of you sickens me to the core.”

“I’m not going to leave until we sort this out.” Stephen replied hard and firm, there was a rumble in his voice that slightly scared you.

“I don’t want to work it out! I admit it okay? You got me good! So take your little trophy, add me to your collection of sad failed relationships, and get out of my life!” You mockingly told Stephen, building a facade around yourself that you don’t care if he walks away.

“So that’s it? You’re going to give up? The years we’ve been together mean nothing to you? You’re just going to throw away everything we've been through, all our memories together, all because of some hearsay?!” “Oh please, don’t act like you’re the fucking saint when you’re the one who’s had the most shortcomings between us and you don’t deserve all the chances you got.” “I am not acting like a fucking saint, I don’t understand why you’re acting all jealous and possessive now when I’m getting married to you!”

Stephen’s voice gradually got louder as he also got lost in his desperation to save what was left. Both of you were shouting over each other, wanting to be heard, until you drew the final straw.

“It’s because you always chose her!” You spat out as loud as you could, Stephen remained quiet, “When things get tough, you choose to lean on her, everytime she comes around, you run to her without hesitation. You are nothing more than a sad and pathetic excuse for a man, Stephen. That’s why I want you to leave.” When you said those harsh remarks, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and anger and resentment coating your voice as it flowed out of your throat to make those statements.

“But–” He was taken aback by the way you were now reacting towards him, “You promised that we would stay together no matter what, don’t you remember?”

“I remember clearly, but I think you’re forgetting that you made the same promise to me too. You left me hanging not once, not twice, multiple times, every time she needed something from you. You keep leaving me in the dark.” You clenched your jaw as memories of you spending nights alone when you needed him came flooding in.

Stephen lowered his head and understood at that moment that you were being very serious and that you were, in fact, furious. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Yes, we promised to be there for each other, but as far as I’m concerned, I did an excellent job at fulfilling my word, so don’t you dare, have the audacity to say that I am not keeping my promise to you, no, you’ve disguised your promise as wanting me just when it is convenient for you and I am not going to give you the benefit of that anymore!” You responded by huffing and trying to recover your breath, looking at him directly in the eyes this time.

“I am not going to let myself remain ignorant in order to keep the promise that I made since it has no significance to you. You won't be able to use me in any way you see fit, because I won't let you. You already know how I'm worth so much more than that!” You poured all your pent up emotions on him, all your frustrations on his shortcomings that you chose to throw over your head because you love him. You made your way past his paralyzed body and towards the door, which you eventually unlocked in order to let yourself free.

Before you could turn the knob, he spoke, “Don’t you dare walk through that door, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling my whole life in the way I feel when I’m with you.”

Hearing him say that was a punch in the gut, your hands trembled, wanting to close the door and hug him, you inhaled a wet gasp and allowed tears to fall freely from your eyes, “Know that despite all this, I love you, Good bye Stephen.”

You left him alone and closed the door softly behind you, leaving Stephen a completely hollowed man, he knew pain like an old friend, but what he was feeling at this moment was pain beyond what he could comprehend. •••

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